synopsis: jungkook is the last person you want to be stuck with on your holidayāirritating, smug, painfully attractiveābut the universe keeps placing him in your path: at the airport, on the plane, in the room next door.
š¼ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
š¼ genre/warning: e2l, strangers-to-lovers, modern au, travel romance, airport meet-cute, forced proximity, one-bed energy (hotel room next door edition), mutual pining, tension, sun-drenched holiday vibes, light bickering, flirting, slowburn-but-fast-burn, smut (18+), consensual intimacy, alcohol mention, soft feelings, mild angst
š¼ dedication note: the amazing trip to morocco that has inspired this fic
š¼ total word count: 45k~
š¼ status: completed
š¼ playlist š¼ main masterlist
ļ½”āš¼ chapters
teaser ļ½”ā
day one ļ½”ā
day two ļ½”ā
day three ļ½”ā
day four ļ½”ā
day five ļ½”ā
day six ļ½”ā
day seven ļ½”ā
ļ½”āš¼ drabbles
still yours | part one ā.Ė
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You werenāt exactly sure where the need for perfection even came from. It might have been something you were innately born with or maybe it was nurtured by the indifference on your parentās faces whenever you came home with your report cards.
At first you had tried rebellion but that didnāt even get an eye blinked in your direction so you figured you had to switch it up, go as hard as you could for as long as you were able to handle and then maybe youād be able to satisfy the itch to be something better than whatever you were.
Eventually the need to prove yourself to your parents went away but the lack of tolerance for mistakes didnāt, growing heavier and heavier until your back was aching over your desk and your migraines were almost constant from lack of sleep.
You made it through school with barely a single conversation held that was beyond surface level, your entire being obsessed with studying and what your talents could bring to the table even if nobody knew or cared enough about you to even be sitting at it.
Emergency medicine wasnāt your first choice, it was actually pretty close to the last but you realized quickly that a large amount of med students were just as anal as you about being perfect and your studying habits didnāt seem as outrageous when surrounded by your actual peers. There was no more casualness and the sudden feeling of genuine competition was almost beyond what you were able to push through.
It didnāt take long for your first round picks to be taken by somebody who worked harder, came from a better family, or just had more natural talent. And then your second and third were filled too and before you knew it you were three years deep into your time at the PTMC.
You didnāt dislike it and you figured the long grueling hours were just par for the course in this career, you even felt a sense of relief when you got home and felt the ache in your body and saw the bruises coloring your skin.
To you it felt like a small victory, visible proof that you had worked harder than anybody might have assumed you were capable of if they had bothered to assume anything about you at all.
You werenāt really sure why it hurt you so bad when you were suddenly moved to a different shift last week. You didnāt have any real friends in the department, not even somebody youād feel comfortable enough to borrow a protein bar from but the routine was something youād become used to and youād just started to perfect your way around any avoidable social situations.
The scowl on your face mustāve been more prominent than you realized when you walked in on your first day on the night shift, hand curled tightly around the single backpack strap were wearing.
You saw all of the same faces you had seen each morning for the last three years but now they looked weathered and tired in the way they did when you typically bid them a quick goodnight nod. Finishing their shifts as you began yours, a new normal that didnāt seem to disturb the flow of things at all for anybody minus you.
Robby gave you a nearly sympathetic look when he passed by you in a hurry and you didnāt meet his gaze out of anger, not necessarily at him since you knew the lack of staffing for the night shift wasnāt his fault but you felt a weird sense of betrayal.
āHe feels bad you know.ā The low voice to your left would have made you jump if you werenāt so exhausted already, failing to properly flip your schedule in the two days youād had to prepare for such a drastic change.
āYeah I bet.ā You replied back to Ellis, barely giving her a once over as she leaned on the desk next to where you were currently frozen in place.
Your voice was flat and laced with irritation that you almost felt bad about. You knew these people well enough, been through shift change talk throughs hundreds of times and even sat around for a few awkward drinks on the nights out you were forced to go to by the newer student doctors.
There was an uncomfortable feeling when her face fell and she sighed softly, hating the fact you were being so standoffish and ruining any chance of making a friend before you even really started. You tried to loosen your posture a little to look more approachable and even half planned to tell her you were just tired before she was walking off with a pitying smile pointed your way.
You groaned inaudibly as you kept walking and made your way to the locker room, instinctively trying your old one with your code before remembering halfway that theyād moved you. One of the night shift doctors already had yours and had you beat in seniority by nearly a decade.
The deep breath left you shakier than you intended and you rested your forehead against the cold metal for a few more, letting the grates press hard into your skin to try and wake yourself up.
āHeard coffee is effective.ā
You knew who the low drawl belonged to without turning around so you didnāt bother, eyes opening and another louder sigh leaving you with intention.
āReally? You should patent that.ā You only responded after a few seconds went by without the sound of departing footsteps, turning around at the end of your sentence to raise an eyebrow at the man who was standing leaned against the door with his arm crossed.
Jack Abbot was one of the only faces on the night shift that wasnāt a near stranger. He spent enough time picking up unnecessary hours and lingering around the desk long after his shift ended to talk to Robby so youād had your fair share of encounters with the older man.
He gave you a barely noticeable smile at your quick comment back, his ankles crossing over each other as he relaxed in the doorway.
āYou used to smile more when I first met you.ā He said in return and you fully rolled your eyes at this, ignoring the lack of professionalism considering you knew he didnāt care for it much anyways.
You turned again to open your new locker, trying not to fumble with the code under his watchful eye from behind you. Abbot was a direct opposite of Robby who felt like such a natural leader in every decision he made down to the tone of his voice, that cadence that some people were just born with.
Abbot seemed like he was always trying to leave a room as unnoticed as possible and despite being charming and as personable as anyone working the graveyard shift could be, he was more prone to quick nods of approval and silent pats on the back when someone was in desperate need of encouragement.
Sarcastic quips replaced the inspirational speeches Robby would give after a hard day and you didnāt need to work a full shift with him to understand that his methods were something youād clash with.
You were self admittedly very sensitive, slow to understand a joke especially when you were the butt of it and unable to hide the insecurity in your chest that seemed to be clawing its way out almost constantly.
āNo I didnāt.ā You replied back and you finished putting your things away, closing your locker softly and walking past him in the doorway.
There was no surprise when he followed behind you, both because he was your new first in charge and also because he was never really one to let a conversation end so briefly when you were in a sour mood.
āHe really does feel like shit about this whole thing.ā He continued on and you kept your gaze forward as you slid into one of the rolling chairs behind the main desk and scanned your badge. He leaned forward onto the counter in front of you, the hair on his arms just barely visible out of the top of your eyes as he folded them together. āRobby.ā
āHe doesnāt have to.ā You said smoothly with a light shrug like it wasnāt something that had been keeping you up for the last two nights wondering what you had done wrong to get booted at the first chance.
āHe said youāre his best.ā Abbot continued on and now you finally stopped the fast paced typing youād barely been paying any attention to, eyes flickering up to him as he watched you with a sense of knowing that made you feel nauseous suddenly.
āHe also said not to listen to anything you said about him.ā You said flatly once you finally had your light dinner back down your throat, looking at him beneath your lashes to catch his reaction and feeling a bit smug when he snorted a small laugh and nodded as he looked off towards the entrance.
āFair.ā He replied in a softer tone as he pushed himself up off the counter and took a few steps back, pointing in your direction until your eyes rolled again.
You figured you saw Abbot a few dozen times during your shift but it was such a blur of red and stark white that you barely registered him, your medical vocabulary rolling off in autopilot and your hands moving through procedures before your brain could catch up.
It wasnāt until the fourth hour in, nonstop damage control from the shift change off and post dinner rush in the waiting room leaving you feeling dizzy when you stood still, that you actually got a chance to focus on his presence again.
Robby had a sort of nervous energy to him that followed him around the room like a static, catching the attention of his staff and keeping you in your toes.
Abbot was nearly the polar opposite in this way too.
He felt like a solid force in your corner, there enough to remind you that you were supported but letting you do the leg work as much as possible. The night shift certainly had a different level of darkness and chaos to it but the staff themselves seemed to be operating in a way that left you a little awed.
They almost seemed to be finding downtime in the endless stream of injuries and traumas, including Abbot who was currently leaning back on the counter and fidgeting with the corner of a file cover.
You were a similar position as you were before when he was giving you a half assed attempt at helping you understand Robby, but now you were on the other side of the counter.
It had to have been the delirium that left you leaning on the space next to him, enough distance between you for two people to fit but still more comfortable than you probably would have been after a power nap. He sent you a glance from the side of his eye that made a sigh leave you.
āYou knowā¦ā He started slowly and his voice graveled in a way that made the traitorous hair on your arms stand up. āItās okay if you take a breath, nobody is going to sue you.ā
āDonāt jinx it.ā You say back and your gaze lands on him, staying there until he meets it and then looking away with the new feeling of his eyes on the side of your head.
āWe are happy to have you here.ā He adds suddenly and you feel your eyebrows furrow at the sincerity of it, feeling like itās misplaced considering you hadnāt exactly been a delight the entire night. āHey.ā
Itās a call for attention and you give it to him, picking up your gaze to lock with his and trying not to sink into yourself at the intensity of it. He gives you a firm nod like youād passed some invisible test you didnāt understand and yet you still feel a surge of pride blossoming deep in your chest.
āReally?ā You had really meant to quip something smart back at him but instead you croaked out the single desperate word and clenched the counter in a tight fist.
āI mean it.ā He says back and itās nearly soft now, halfway to a whisper and your head starts to buzz beneath the sleep deprivation. He doesnāt even slightly shy away from the eye contact, not that you expected him to considering you had definitely noticed it was a habit of his. āHope you stick around.ā
He was gone before you could let out another breath and you let your head sink down against the chilled counter top, pressing your forehead down until it turned red and you felt a dull ache.
Then you were picking yourself up and getting back to work.
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The first three weeks flew by and you felt yourself adjusting to the changed shift way faster than you had anticipated. Youād picked up one or two day shifts when needed and your rhythm there was now awkward, fumbling around more than you ever had and finding yourself longing for the nights instead.
You felt beyond relieved that your brain and body seemingly decided they were okay with your new assignment and it was a breeze to sleep through the daylight now.
You knew part of it was because the staff and their demeanor, another half dedicated to your own hard work and your determination to make the most out of it. But there was a large portion that was reserved for the man currently standing in front of the room and talking calmly.
Abbot was leaned back against the desk, somewhere he apparently frequented considering it always seemed to be where you found him. He was talking with his hands outstretched and his posture as straight and military as it had been since the day you met him, favoring the side without his prosthetic leg.
To his left was Robby, nodding along with a drained expression that made you think he was barely listening to the brief. You couldnāt necessarily judge him considering you were pretty sure you hadnāt heard a single word that was said in the last five minutes but you figured you could ask Ellis later since the two of you actually managed to become sort of friends after your interaction on your first day.
It wasnāt like you to get distracted so easily and you had spent the better part of the last few weeks beating yourself up over whatever the actual fuck was happening to you whenever your attending looked proudly in your direction.
Youād sought after Robbyās approval yes, beamed under his praise and blossomed when you felt like he was truly trusting you to save lives, but whatever it was that you felt deep in your chest when his other half merely gave you an approving nod was nearly dangerous for your career.
Crushes were not something you had any experience with considering how study focused you were your entire teenage years, youād felt a flutter here and there but you had never let your eyes linger too long and it was almost criminal to have your thoughts entertained by any fairytale fantasies.
So the fact the entire staff was dispersing without your awareness, leaving you standing in place staring at Jack Abbot like a lovesick puppy, was a serious problem.
You shook your head to try and get yourself together, hurrying away to busy your hands and mind with low risk patient cases. You spent the first half of the night talking to sick old ladies and stitching up simple knife wounds that any student doctor could do with ease.
It was a little after midnight when you were stopped by a firm hand on your shoulder, freezing you in place with a sharp breath as you turned around to see Abbot looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows.
āCouldāve used you in trauma two.ā He said lowly and you felt shame immediately rush over you like cold water. āWhere were you hiding out at?ā
āIā¦ā You trailed off in an automatic lie that got caught in your throat, sighing and letting your shoulders deflate under his palm. He removed it but only to slide down your arm and briefly cup your elbow before letting it hang back at his side. āIām sorry I wasnāt trying to hide. I justā¦ needed to slow the pace down a little.ā
āNo you donāt.ā He replied immediately and now it was your turn to furrow your brows as you watched him crossed his arms and adjust his posture. āYou can handle it and I need you by my side when the hard cases come in because I know you can.ā
You looked down at your feet as he half scolded and half praised you, not sure if you were touched by your own apparent importance or embarrassed that he had realized what you were trying to do so easily.
The embarrassment mustāve shown clearer on your face because his gaze softened and he exhaled, rubbing a palm over his stubble and looking towards the busy hub where some student doctors were currently fussing over the ever growing patient chart.
āPass off your easy patients to the newbies.ā He said and his voice dropped down into a whisper, leaning in just enough for your cheeks to momentarily inflate from the way you suddenly held your breath. āLet them learn something, you know plenty.ā
āIsnāt this a teaching hospital?ā You finally managed to get your voice back and you glanced upwards at him just in time to see the amusement pass over his face. āTechnically I could always learn more.ā
It was silent for a few seconds long enough for you to regret making a sarcastic joke when he was clearly trying to make you understand a legitimate point about your abilities. You almost started to apologize, already internally beating yourself up for thinking his usual dry humor was appropriate at any time when his low chuckle stopped you short.
āYeah I guess youāre right.ā He nodded slowly as he spoke, lips curling into a small smile and your eyes stayed locked on the movement. His gaze drifted back to you and you hoped the way your eyes widened was minuscule enough he wouldnāt notice. āBut let me teach you. Deal?ā
You didnāt even notice his hand had extended inbetween your bodies until the tips of his fingers lightly brushed your scrub top, head turning down to identify the feeling and laughing a little at the ridiculousness of it all.
Your hand wrapped around his much larger one, trying not to flush at the roughness of his palm against your soft skin. You squeezed around it and he returned the action before you shook them between you. Yours was retracted and stuffed into your pocket after barely three seconds of touching but it was enough for you to press your nails deep into your skin once it was out of sight.
āDeal.ā You gave him a firm nod that you hoped looked more professional than that little moment felt.
The rest of the shift consisted of following behind Abbot from trauma to trauma and trying to act like his steady voice and calm demeanor wasnāt still somehow sending you into a state of nerves despite it having the completely opposite intentions.
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You didnāt spend as much time in the ambulance bay as some of the others did on a hard night, from the nurses with smoking habits they couldnāt kick to the students who felt like they couldnāt breathe around their eight hour.
But now you were on your fifth minute of standing outside the automatic doors with tense shoulders nearly up to your ears, breathing in and out so audibly you would have felt self conscious if there was anybody else around.
It really wasnāt that grand of an offense considering your shift was ending in less than ten, the sun already peeking around the cement pillars and making your headache sting even sharper than you thought was possible. Plus it had actually been a relatively slow night when it came to the flow of foot traffic but that hadnāt made it any easier.
Youād lost somebody young before it had even hit midnight and the entire ER felt the typical shift that came along with something like that for the rest of your time there.
Then thereād been a drunk man getting rough on his way in that had sent you and two nurses flying against one of the environmental carts, insisting you were fine and rushing to glove up to attempt to assist him with the beer bottle currently sticking into his thigh.
Youād been stopped by a sharp glare from Abbot that you knew wasnāt necessarily directed towards you but it still made your throat tighten with the urge to cry.
He didnāt even need to say a word to dismiss you, head hanging low as you ripped off the glove youād gotten on halfway and threw it roughly into the trash can on your way out.
After that you spent the next few hours taking patient after patient as the ache in your ribs built steadily. You hadnāt even noticed it at first in the chaos but a trip to the bathroom around five alerted you to the large bruise forming under your chest, wincing as you tugged your undershirt back down and splashed some water on your face.
So you didnāt feel too awful for standing outside and taking a nearly meditative amount of breaths while the shift change happened somewhere in the building behind you.
The doors sliding open didnāt alarm you nearly as much as the slow measured footsteps did, the slight drag of one of them making you stop your breathing entirely. You knew Abbot by his stride on a regular day and even more-so when he had been on his feet beyond comfortability and his leg started to bother him, the slight limp he adopted nearly unnoticeable if you werenāt paying as much attention as you always seemed to be.
Next was the smell of him as he stood shoulder to shoulder with you, the fabric of his shirt barely brushing your hoodie sleeve. He carried the same sterile scent you all did after a long night but there was the unmistakeable musk and light cologne hidden underneath it.
āYou know what that was about right?ā He said lowly and you pursed your lips at the sound of his voice, not realizing how close youād been to crying until the silence was broken.
āYou donāt need to explain to me.ā You replied as smoothly as possible but your voice was tight and lacking any air.
āBut Iām going to.ā He shook his head and stepped forward so he could turn and be in front of you, giving you no choice but to stare at some part of him as he blocked the sun coming up behind his solid frame. āIt wasnāt about your ability as a doctor but your safety as a member of my team.ā
You didnāt want to talk because you knew you were tired enough to try and argue with him that you had been fine, that you didnāt need to be wordlessly booted out of the trauma room in front of half a dozen people like you were an intern. You almost wished he had yelled at you for a mistake rather than that disapproving look he gave you when he saw you gloving up.
Your silence must have bothered him into boldness because suddenly his hand was moving between you, sliding under the undone zipper track of your hoodie and pressing lightly around your rib cage. You immediately hissed in pain and shrunk away from his touch, nearly taking a full step backwards from the sensation.
āThatās what it was about. Do you understand that?ā He asked quietly and you kept your mouth closed shut tightly as the scratchy sob like feeling continued to build. He pressed on the area a few more times in a wider range like he was trying to examine how far the bruise stretched out under your clothes.
You stayed quiet and let him do the same routine youād done hundreds of times in your career, heart racing only a few inches above where his fingers were softly pressing.
āHow bad was it?ā He continued to whisper in that low tone as you avoided looking at him.
āItās fine.ā You said back because you knew the silence was pointless and you were partially paranoid he was concerned enough to look himself if you didnāt answer soon. āI looked at it a few hours ago and it wasnāt anything to worry about, just tender.ā
āYou of all people know how misleading a bruise can be.ā He shook his head and you sighed again at the light show of disappointment even if it was as light hearted and casual as a comment could be from your boss. āI filed a report. For the two nurses too.ā
Your back tightened up and you reached down to grab his wrist loosely, just enough to get him to stop touching you so you could focus on the conversation. His arm tensed and his gaze left your midsection to watch your expressions closely at the touch.
āYou didnāt have to do that, he was drunk and probably confused. It wasnāt that big of a deal and I really would rather not deal with the paperwork.ā You were nearly rambling but you couldnāt handle the thought of this becoming a larger issue than it already was.
You felt a sudden sense of humiliation despite the fact you hadnāt done anything wrong, it was almost a selfish feeling considering there had been other people affected to but you wanted the situation to be left behind with the rest of the shitty shift.
āThen Iāll handle the paperwork.ā He said firmly and his voice took on that stern tone you hated so much. āDrunk or not, he hurt you.ā
You knew his words and actions were coming from his place as a concerned boss, protecting you and the nurses as a mass collective being his only determination to carry out a consequence for what had happened, but you still felt almost touched by his want to handle this.
It was much easier to finish off the final few minutes of your shift after that conversation with the single delusional thought stuck in your head and the phantom feeling of his fingertips pressing against your clothing sending shivers down your spine.
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You had the terrible habit of spending any day off you had in your bed scrolling on your phone until your eyes stung, possibly making up for the years in school you spent solely studying before you fell asleep.
It wasnāt something you had felt the need to break your first few years considering you thought friends were a distraction but youād drastically changed your tune lately when it came to your social interactions. You felt nice when Ellis greeted you comfortably and a buzz of optimism when Shen remembered your coffee order three weeks in, the sudden desire to have friends hitting you.
So this time around, when you were invited to get drinks with some of the team, you actually accepted.
It had become a formality to just invite you regardless of the knowledge youād decline so they all seemed thrown when you actually arrived.
The bar was smaller than it looked when you investigated it on google reviews before leaving and the music was a little too loud for it to be as casual as Ellis had suggested. She similarly had a day off and was sitting with a few of the day shift students you recognized more than the others.
Santos and Whitaker were in a quiet debate about something you couldnāt pick up, pushing a nearly full glass back and forth between each other like it was moderating their argument.
Youād expected to look at the other half of the circular booth seat to see Ellis by herself and ready to greet you but you froze halfway across the room when you saw who was currently occupying the spot.
Jack Abbot was not included in the list of names Ellis had casually said might be here tonight so youād fully lowered your defenses that typically needed to be enabled to withstand being in a room with him.
You considered turning around and leaving before they spotted you, well aware that they wouldnāt be too shocked or disappointed to learn you werenāt coming. It was already too late considering Santos was glancing upwards and waving you over as soon as she saw you, mouth moving rapidly like she was trying to call you over.
You sucked in a breath, gathering as much air as you could manage to stuff into your lungs before heading over to them. Your greetings were stiff and awkward but they seemed to be buzzed enough to not notice, other than the older man who was watching you with a careful eye.
Abbot didnāt look much different outside of the hospital, black t-shirt pulled tightly around his biceps and the jeans worn out in a way you knew was from actual use and not design. You could see the shine of a belt buckle if you looked too hard under the table but you decided not to when you landed on his boots.
There was no where else to sit other than beside him but you perched nearly halfway off the booth seats to avoid touching him in any way.
āI never thought Iād see the day you actually spoke to us outside work hours.ā Santos was quick to start her comments as soon as you settled down and got mildly comfortable. She was smiling as she spoke and you retuned it tensely even though it gave you a similar feeling to cruel comments youād heard in high school.
āDonāt take it personally, Iām just boring.ā You said back with a bashful laugh, glancing downwards as you picked at the loose wood under the tabletop.
Whitaker, whoād insisted you called him Dennis after youād greeted him by his last name, was already shaking his head before you could finish your self deprecating statement.
āWe think youāre cool.ā He said simply and you gave him a disbelieving look. āSeriously, even Santos.ā
You sent the same look her way and she shrugged her shoulders with a buzzed grin that made you laugh a little. You felt yourself growing comfortable with the small group which you were extremely thankful for, not sure youād feel the same ease if anybody else had been there instead.
Although you hadnāt even begun addressing the quiet presence beside you, staying silent even when you all dove into conversation after conversation. You listened and added on occasionally, genuinely interested in their lives outside of work and fascinated by their dynamics, but he barely spoke a word at all.
Youād almost forgotten he was there by the time you slipped out of the booth to go to the bar and order a drink for yourself, barely sliding into the stool before his arm was in your line of vision.
He had it resting on the counter beside you, slightly caging you in unless you wanted to squeeze out the other direction past the large man who already was rocking drunkenly back and forth.
āI thought you worked tonight.ā You said softly, feeling a wave of shyness you had never felt before in your entire career.
Being in the ER with Abbot came with clear guidelines on how to interact and a long list of boundaries that didnāt give you many opportunities to embarrass yourself. However, being in a dingy bar with him smelling too much like that rich cologne was a whole different playing field you had no idea how to navigate.
You figured talking first would soften the damage on whatever he was planning to say but you didnāt think it would matter anyways.
āScheduling error.ā He replied back simply, eyes on the side of your face as you desperately and silently willed the bartender to head in your direction so you could get back to the booth. āDisappointed?ā
You sent him a confused glance, shifting on the circular seat. āNo, of course not. Why would I be?ā
āNot everyone wants to hang out with their boss.ā He said and tilted his head down enough to try and catch your eye again.
You turned a little in your seat so you could actually give him a clear view of your face, enough so he could hopefully tell your next comment was meant to be a joke.
āIsnāt Robby technically my boss?ā Your voice was mockingly curious and you felt a surge of pride when he laughed lowly. āNo offense Dr. Abbot.ā
His nose scrunched up at the sound of the title falling from your lips, something heād asked you to avoid on your first day and you hadnāt missed the lack of it coming from the other residents.
āJack works fine.ā He said softly and his fingers tapped against the wood as the bartender passed.
You followed the movement as you listened to him order another drink, mumbling your own preferred one when he casually asked you what you wanted. You barely processed he had added your drink to his tab before it was placed in front of you.
You looked back at him to find him already watching you closely, hand curled around his glass but not taking a sip yet. You felt awkward drinking from yours under his gaze but you also craved the extroverted feeling alcohol gave you so you took a bigger sip than you probably should have, keeping eye contact as you slightly tipped your head back.
The glass touched the wood with a soft clink when you set it down and his hand move his own towards yours, lightly dragging it by the rim closer to him. It wasnāt out of your reach but enough so youād have to lean your arm into his space to grab it.
You gave him a curious look but didnāt outwardly question it, like it made perfect sense to you that he would control where your drink was.
āYou look different with your hair down.ā He said suddenly and you watched his eyes track over your head and down past your shoulders.
It took you a second to respond and by the time you were starting to his hand was already lifted and softly touching the ends of your hair, not pulling or even really grasping but just letting it tickle his fingertips. You laughed at the way he stared, making his hand freeze in the air and his eyes go back up to you.
āHow much have you had to drink?ā You asked him with a smile you definitely had never showcased in the walls of the hospital before, a bit looser knowing he must be drunker than he seemed to be touching you so casually.
His hand on your ribs was a different story, the way it snuck under your hoodie may have felt historic but it was simply his doctor brain taking the lead in his decision making. Even the lingering hand shake had been sourced from a legitimate professional interaction, at worst just a bit too friendly.
This however, was completely unnecessary and out of character.
āIāve been drinking since before you were born.ā He rasped back and you felt a shiver run over your entire body, gaze narrowing a bit when his fingers started to move again just to twirl a strand of your hair. āIām fine.ā
The reminder of your age gap, not that you really needed one considering it was absolutely impossible to ignore, made you feel drunker than any amount of drinks could have even attempted.
You tensed up when the man next to you was attempting to get off of his stool, tipping sloppily in your direction and leaning against your side. You hissed in pain at the pressure and waved him off when he started to slur out an incoherent apology.
Jack went similarly rigid, standing to his full height from where heād been leaning until the man stumbled away and then shrinking down a little to get a better look at you. Suddenly his hand was back on your ribs, large and encompassing almost the entire injured side of your midsection.
It felt different now than it had outside in the ambulance bay, the professional aura of the hospital surrounding you and layers of scrub and undershirt blocking out the warmth from his skin. Now you were in an intimately sized bar with a thin long sleeve pulled tight on your body, already feeling heated from the quick chug of your drink youād done without the added effects of his touch.
āStill bothering you?ā He said lowly and his eyes were locked on where he was touching, pressing lightly with his fingers tips and not backing off when you squirmed uncontrollably.
āItās really not that bad itās just sore when you touch it.ā You breathed back, wincing again when he pressed down on the center of your large bruise. āThat hurts you know.ā
āDoes it?ā He hummed in response, his eyes meeting yours despite the fact his hand didnāt stop its light pulsing against your side.
You felt your throat tighten up and you knew you wouldnāt be able to speak even if you wanted to, not sure what words you could even say in this moment. This was clearly not appropriate for about a dozen reasons but the hidden school girl in you was ecstatic that a man like Jack Abbot was actually possibly flirting with you in a bar right now.
His fingers stopped pressing down on your bruise but he didnāt move his hand right away, letting the warmth of his palm cover your ribs until you squirmed on the stool.
āIāve noticed something.ā He hummed out and your eyebrows furrowed at him, gaze darting around to escape his intense staring.
āYeah?ā You hated that you sounded a little breathy and you halfway considered ripping his hand away from you just so you could focus for a second or two. āWhatās your observation Dr. Abbot?ā
His eyes darkened just enough to be noticeable and not for the first time, you wondered if you were making a mistake. You couldnāt tell enough to figure out if he had drank a lot before you came, his gaze seemed as steady as anyoneās could be but the way he shifted closer made you search for any sign of intoxication.
āYou perform better when youāre told so.ā He said it slowly like it was an indisputable fact and you watched him closely, trying to think of a way to deny what he was saying. āYou like it.ā
āWho doesnāt like it?ā You whisper back, the only tone you could take without letting your shaky voice show.
āEveryone likes it but you need it.ā He continued on easily and you inhaled sharply as his fingers started to lightly press on your bruise again. His lips curled up in a slight smile when your face contorted in a pained wince. āThat okay sweetheart?ā
You should have felt embarrassed for the near gasp that left you in response, head nodding rapidly the only translation to what the noise might have meant.
The pet name was spinning on a loop in your head and you were sure you looked completely ridiculous by now, seconds from falling off the stool if it meant being any closer to him. You could smell his cologne now under the faint scent of the whiskey heād been sipping on since you got there and it was a nice change from the typical sterile smell you all carried at work.
āIām not sure this is a good idea.ā You found yourself whispering and you regretted it as soon as it left your lips and his hand was retracting back down to his side.
He cleared his throat, stood up straighter and you knew right away that you had messed it up.
Jack Abbot may be a flirt and he clearly had some sort of interest in you, youād be stupid to try and deny that after how he was just looking at you a few second ago, but he was a good man above that all. You had signaled wanting to stop and he had done so right away without any hesitation.
He was a gentleman and that much was clear but more importantly, he was your boss.
Youād given him shit about it actually being Robby but you knew the specifics wouldnāt matter to HR and all they would see is the indisputable fact that he was your superior, both in rank and in age. You wanted to protest and take the words right back from where they sat awkwardly in the air but you didnāt know how to.
āYouāre right.ā He said gruffly and he didnāt look at all upset with you, just mildly disappointed and maybe even a little sheepish like he hadnāt realized just how far heād taken it until you said something. āItās not.ā
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The effects of that night out were carried with you to your next shift, sitting heavy in your chest and making it nearly impossible to get anything right.
Jack hadnāt said anything out of the ordinary to you but it was the absence of his usual banter and quick check ins that made your stomach turn. He wasnāt being cold, wasnāt even giving you any weird looks that would indicate he was ever in a bar with his hand on your ribs, but something was missing and you knew it was your own fault.
You were slow with your response time, fumbling around when you needed to quickly grab tools or make space for another set of hands in an operation. You were acting like a complete idiot and although you were still preforming above the average quality for any other doctor around, it was below your usual standards and obvious to anybody used to you and how you normally carried yourself.
At first you had been attempting to avoid Jack but you realized that was pointless considering he was removing himself from any room you were in anyways before you got the chance.
You knew him well enough to know he wasnāt upset with you but rather himself, he believed he had made you uncomfortable and you were the reason he thought that.
The trauma one room was heated with loud frustrated voices, overlapping commands and hypothesis about what could be wrong with the little boy currently seizing on the table below you. Your brain completely blanked out, something that almost never happened to you and you barely registered one of the nurses yelling for another attending to help.
You moved over on autopilot out of the way of whoever had arrived, lightly bumping into Shen on the other side and only coming back down to earth when you felt a hand brush against your back.
āCāmon kid.ā The low rasp from next to you sent you spiraling right back down to reality and your head snapped up and over to lock eyes with Jack. He had worry all over his face from the way youād seemingly gone absent for a few long seconds at a crucial moment. āYou know what to do.ā
It wasnāt a question but a solid and trusted statement.
You hesitated for a breath before nodding firmly at him and turning back to face the room, your brain finally catching up with your mouth as you easily spout out the steps to take to help the boy settle down enough to continue his care safely.
There isnāt another moment to breathe until heās sent up to the ICU and youāre able to leave the room, barely able to get your gloves off before youāre slumping against one of the hallway walls.
You donāt need to open your tightly shut eyes to know who the approaching footsteps belong to, reluctantly opening them again to meet with Jacks concerned face. He looks hesitant to even be in a slightly private space with you, looking over his shoulder like he needs an exit plan.
āYou did good.ā He says it softly and your shoulders deflate a little in a large breath followed by a scoff.
āI could have killed him.ā You say back in denial, voice painfully tight as you run a shaky hand over your messy hair to try and smooth the flyaways.
āYou couldnāt have.ā He denies as he takes a step closer and you want to correct him, to tell him all the ways it was possible and remind him of the times it had happened before regardless if it was directly your fault or not. Instead you just fall silent and give him a long pitiful look. āAnd I wouldnāt have let you. But you did good on your own, you pulled it together.ā
Now itās your turn to take a step closer even though you immediately miss the support of the wall against your back. He peers down at you and your chest tightens.
āIām sorry.ā You say it so softly itās barely audible under the chaos of the night and the beeping of machines, his eyebrows furrowing just enough to be noticeable but the rest of his face impossible to read. āFor the other night.ā
āDonāt.ā He says immediately once he understands what youāre referring to. āThat was my fault. I should be the one apologizing for making you uncomfortable.ā
You shake your head and somehow gather enough courage to let your hand raise and land on his bicep, squeezing softly to try and communicate with him through some sort of physical touch morse code. Thankfully he softens a little at the feeling and you can brave yourself through an actual audible sentence.
āI wasnāt uncomfortable Jack.ā You reassure as sincerely as you can even though you see the contemplation passing over his features, like heās not sure if youāre just trying to save face or if you actually mean it. āI was nervous. I justā¦ I havenāt really done that.ā
āFlirted with your boss in a shitty bar?ā He rasps as he steps closer and you know heās joking, especially considering the way his lips curl up in a soft smile, but you feel a little sick knowing youāll have to explain yourself further.
āJack.ā You sigh out, eyes locked on his before glancing away nervously and squeezing his arm a few more times.
Youāre not sure if itās just something about you that leads him to understand what you mean, an inexperienced nature that youāre sure could be relatively obvious to anybody interested in you, or if he had just came to the conclusion on his own but his lips part in realization as he slowly nods.
Your face flushes and you drop your hand from his arm, not losing contact for long considering heās immediately bringing his own much large palm back up to your ribs, his thumb rubbing back and forth right under where your bras underwire starts.
āThatās alright sweetheart.ā He says in a soft whisper and you suddenly feel like you want to cry.
Both from the adrenaline of everything thatās happened in the last few hours, the way he avoided you throughout the day, and especially from how embarrassing it feels to get such an automatic relief just at the sound of the pet name coming from his mouth.
You hope you donāt look as visibly torn up as you feel but youāre sure he can see it on your face, his eyes softening even more if that was possible.
āYeah?ā You find yourself whispering back in desperate need for reassurance and heās quick to give it, nodding his head and shifting close enough that your chest could brush if he moved his hand and leaned forward. āThat doesnātā¦ freak you out?ā
āAre you kidding me?ā He laughs a little but itās lacking any real humor, like he finds you genuinely ridiculous for ever thinking along those lines. āNobodyās ever touched you right sweetheart?ā
It takes a few seconds before youāre nodding your head and biting at your bottom lip from nerves, face undoubtedly bright red from the blunt way he put it.
āI promise that does the opposite of freak me out.ā He rasped back and your eyes reluctantly met his again just to make sure he was being honest with you, finding whatever you were searching for in his gaze almost immediately.
His eyes are actually a little darker than you expected and you feel your cheeks flush immediately at the mere idea of him being the first one to touch you like that. Not some drunk hookup with a guy who can barely pay his taxes, not a stiff and awkward first time with a boy your age who isnāt focused on your pleasure at all.
Instead you finally let yourself imagine what it would be like with Jack.
Jack and his rough weathered hands and low rasp, his decades of experience that started before you were even a thought in your motherās mind. His never ending attentiveness and easy dominance that he carried through the ED without ever needing to raise his voice or assert himself, the thought out and specific praise he gifted you whenever he could sense you needed it.
You knew the direction your mind had gone was probably written all over your face, his amusement leaving his own as soon as he registered what it was you were so quiet about.
āSweetheart.ā It was low, the lowest youād heard from him and your slightly watery eyes immediately darted back up this face despite you not even realizing theyād been drifting down his broad chest. āYou have a few more hours to go.ā
He kissed his teeth like he was disapproving and you felt a little sick at how eager you were to fix that.
Who knew Jack Abbot could so easily slip into the role of a complete menace the second he realized you were interested in him that way?
You nodded your head and visibly gulped, straightening out your scrubs and doing your best to avoid contact with him in any way as you turned to leave the hallway.
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There was almost a sense of fear as the end of your shift approached although you still had your doubts Jack would ever cross that professional line with you.
You knew he wanted to, he wasnāt being very subtle anymore with the very hungry gaze he kept fixated on you whenever you were in a room together for the rest of the night, but wanting and doing were two very different things.
A large part of you hoped youād just be able to leave the hospital and head home to obsess over him in your own bed like any good doctor with a raging crush should do, stuff it down and keep living your life solely for the medicine and the job. You didnāt have time for this, you didnāt have the ability to make the time for it either.
But Jack Abbot was somebody who walked around like they had all the time in the world, shoulders relaxed after a brutal shift and humor dry and witty as ever behind you as he said goodbye to the day shift.
Youād expected him to walk past you, maybe give you a light parting statement possibly accompanied by another knowing half smile in your direction.
Instead you felt his warm hand on your lower back, wordlessly guiding you with him out the doors. You didnāt bother telling him that you hadnāt even grabbed your backpack yet, absolutely no protest coming from your lips as you walked with him.
You wondered what you might look like to any other staff members, maybe just like a mentor giving you a ride home and guiding your exhausted body to keep you upright. A caring boss who was providing comfort after a long night.
His truck was parked further back than necessary, high up on the parking ramp and in one of the corners youād only use on a really full staff day. You didnāt have time to fixate on the minuscule details of what this meant about his character, willingly walking extra minutes uphill just to be parked in solitude on the highest point of the ramp.
You barely even had the time to gasp when he was turning you around, suddenly in front of you with his hand on your hip as he gently backed you up against the driver side door of his truck.
Your eyes must have been wide and unfocused because he made sure to take his time, gaze raking over you and your messy hair that he was brushing behind your ear. He let his calloused hand cup your cheek after the hair was tucked neatly and you instinctively leaned against it.
āYou sure baby?ā He asked softly, croaked out in a gentle way you didnāt even know his voice could produce.
You didnāt even really know what he was referring to but you could definitely make a few guess and after running through a handful, you realized there was very little you would deny Jack Abbot of.
Your head moved into a half nod before he was surging forward and pressing his lips against yours.
ā¶ļøļø High For This (starring . fratboy plug!choso)
synopsis . You're best friend's with both your favorite emo fratboy and the campus plug. So when you make an offhand comment while under the influence one night that no guy has ever made you cum, he takes it upon himself to challenge that.
content . afab!reader, oral sex, dirty talk, spitting, squirting, he has a tongue piercing, pussy slapping, slightly-bimbo!reader, high sex, 69 position, cumming without realizing it, munch activities (yk how choso is), heās a lil cocky, first time squirting, finger fucking, shotgun kiss, he talks you to filth, slight manhandling, throat fucking, head pushing, heavy praise, etc.
word count . 8.9k || author's note: this is a repost from kamitv so if it looks familiar, that's why. (the original was labeled mature, unfortunately) banner art from, "Hachisuka's Family Kotoribako"
āThis guy is following me, pretend to be my boyfriend.ā
āWhaāā
A pair of arms are wrapping around his neck before he has time to react properly and the rush of something sweet wafts up into his nose. A careful hand, decorated with ring after ring and adorned with black polish across the nails, comes to the right side of your waist to pull you in close.
Chosoās rich and definitely intoxicated brown eyes mull over the faces of the people around him, spotting Gojo and Getoāhis friendsānot too far away from him, and a bunch of other partygoers.
He doesnāt ask you any more questionsādespite how youāre some random chick who came clinging onto himāas his eyes soon land on the guy whoād clearly been following you.
āEw, Naoyaā¦ā He spits out, his face twisting up into a nasty scowl of pure disgust as the residential misogynist comes walking toward the two of you. āDonāt tell me heās the asshole bothering you?ā Choso whispers questioningly.
Your face is all buried into his neck and he could feel your arms tightening around him as you mumbled a gentle, āMhm, he is.ā
Greatā¦
Because who in their right mind would want to deal with Naoya on a Saturday night? The guy gets kicked out of every frat house party thatās ever been held ācause of shit like this. All he does is harass and insult women, only to be eventually approached by one of the many frat brothers and get kicked out moments later.
Seems like this week itās Chosoās turn to handle him. Which is just wonderful, really.
āYo,ā Choso calls out to the fully approached Naoya, whose mere presence makes him feel nauseated. āThe fuck do you want with my girl?ā
Now, youāve never spoken to Choso before this but, the sound of him calling you his girl has your heart feeling all warm insideāeven though heās only said that because youād asked him to play along.Ā
The scent of his cologne mixing with the thick musk of weed fills your nose as your face smushes up into his chest. You only know the man through the rumors youāve heard and the few times youāve seen him around these parties you keep attending. As you readjust your chin to look up at his expression, you think your arms unconsciously hold onto him a little tighter the moment you spot the vein peeking out against his jawline.
Everyone hates Naoya, thatās an irrefutable fact. But, something about how annoyed Choso was looking at him right now had you pulling your lower lip into your mouth.
Naoya lets off a scoff, his voice all loud and annoying, āThis dumb bitch is your girl?ā He asks.Ā
Every syllable that left his mouth is grating to all listening ears. Ugh, he was such a nuisanceā¦
You merely glance back at the guy for a second and notice the look in his eyes that clearly says heās not buying this shit. Chosoācatching the same thing that you doāslips one of his hands downwards to the small of your back, not daring to go any lower just yet, and then eases you even closer.
āFirst off, watch your fuckinā mouth,ā He scoffs out, jaded eyes dragging up and down Naoyaās frame as he wonders how long it would take to knock him onto his ass. āSecondly, yeah, weāre together. What do you want?ā
āThat slut owes me money,ā Naoya curses with tightly crossed arms, his gaze fixated entirely on you as if Choso werenāt even there. Though, heās not really looking to get kicked out of this party just yet and heās trying his best to avoid physical confrontation.
Cocking a brow, the brunet smoothes out a low huff that smells of the recently consumed marijuana he's inebriated under before redirecting his slightly glossed eyes down to you, āThis isnāt what I think it is, is it, baby?ā
Youāre quickly distracted by the pet name that so easily rolled off of his tongue but without getting too wrapped up in it, you blink. āHuh?ā
Choso slowly tilts his head to the side and cracks a knowing grin, āYouāve been seeinā other dealers? Donāt you know Iām the best on campus?ā
Gulping, āWell, Iāā
āSāokay,ā He cuts off to ease the concern and worry trying to paint itself into your features. āWeāll get back to that in a secā,ā Then he gestures his head over to Naoya, gives your waist a little squeeze, and says, āLemme handle this guy for you first.āĀ
Choso carefully moves you to the side and steps toward Naoya, whoās arguably a bit taller than him. He sizes him up again and bites back his scoff, replacing it with a tiresome sigh that he doesnāt even try to play off as anything else outside of what it isāan honest gesture of displeasure.
Voice lazy, āHow much does she owe you, man?ā Choso asks with one hand already fishing through the pocket of his pants for his wallet.
It really didnāt matter what number was thrown out to him, he was gonna fling whatever bit of cash he had on him toward Naoya to get him to fuck off. The only thing good about his presence right now was the fact that it brought you along, which is something Choso would like to return to as swiftly as possible.
āTch,ā Naoya chuffs, trying to glance behind him to get another scowling look at you before he says, āAs if you have enough toāā
āJusā give me the number before I get you kicked out again,ā Choso cuts off cleanly with a gaze that bores into the manās skull.
One beat of silence passes by as Naoya contemplates a few things in his mind, wondering whether or not he really wants to test his luck with this.Ā
Ultimately, he ends up caving with a roll of his eyes, āFineā¦ā Then he gives him the number of which you owe and heās literally smacked in the face with a random wad of cash as if he were some kindaā cheap whore to be dealt with.
āThere,ā Choso spat, āNow donāt let me catch you trying to sell my girl your overpriced bullshit again, yeah?ā Technically, he had no right to tell someone else not to sell drugs to you when he didnāt even know you.
But, one look at your face and he was certain heād want you coming to him for weed and not anyone else after this. Especially when going to someone else landed you in this situation where youāre being followed around parties for paymentāChoso would never do such a thing. Heād offer alternatives before even thinking to harass you like that.
Naoya was immediately enraged by how heās being dismissed but itās not like he could express that since there were one too many fraternity members in the area for him to do so without instantly getting escorted out. Thus, he settles for shuffling up the cash thatād fallen onto the floorāsnatching each bill from beneath the feet of partygoersāand keeps his curses in a lowered whisper thatād never be heard under the blaring music.
Then, as if nothing ever happened, the surrounding people return to their dancing and Naoya seems to disappear somewhere into the crowd shortly after.
Which leaves you standing in place with slightly widened eyes whilst Choso turns around to look at you, brushing his hands off like heād just dealt with some type of dirt or something.
āYou alright?ā He asks, taking a step closer toward you. The music is loud so itās hard for you to really hear him, hence why he leans his ear down to your lips so he can gather your response properly.
You nod at first and then the words follow, āUhm, yeah. I wasnāt expecting you to pay that off for me but, thank you, Choso.ā
Shifting over to talk into your ear now, āDonāt sweat it, princess. But uh,ā He clicks his tongue before darting it out to swipe over his lower, pierced lip. āI meant what I said before. You shouldāve been dealinā with me, not that idiot.ā
āOh,ā You chirp.
Then he pulls away and the two of you are able to take one another in properly for the first time.
Under the changing LED lightsāwhich are currently a mix of purple and redāboth of your faces are dimly illuminated. Chosoās eyes openly scan over every detail of your expression, watching the cute curl in your lips as you slowly smile at him.
Oh, youāre gorgeous.Ā
What are the odds that a pretty girl like you literally comes running into his arms at a party like this? And then this dress you have onā¦ Choso doesnāt exactly mean to glance down but when he does, he notices the way the fabric simply hugs your body, shaping you in all the right places and more.
He gulps, a sound that wouldāve been rather loud if not for the vibrating base of music against the surrounding frat house walls. His eyes flick back up to your face and youāre shamelessly staring at his lips, then your gaze lifts to his nose, then to the right side of his face; right at his cheekbone for some reason? After, youāre looking at the tattoo running across the bridge of his nose andā
Ohhh, Choso was so distracted with checking you out that he almost forgot how many body modifications he has. He gets these kinda stares all the time but for a second heād lost his entire train of thought. Thereās the ring on the left side of his lower lip, his anti-brow piercing on the right half of his face, the small one on the left side of his nose with a very obvious tattoo running across the bridge, and then the multitude of piercings all over his ears.
Makesā sense why you were staring now. Youāve got this clueless little look in your eyes and itās kinda cuteā
āHow much do you charge?ā Youāre asking, ending his thoughts entirely.Ā
The word, āFree,ā blurts out of him before he even realizes it and itās not until he sees the way you start giggling that he realizes what heād just said. Shaking his head, and backtracking, āWait-, no. I donāt do anything for free, sorry. If anything,ā Choso leans back and slides his hands down into his pockets, āYou actually owe me now.ā
Your eyes shoot wide open, āOwe you for what?!ā youāre huffing as you wonder how the hell you keep finding yourself in someoneās debt like this.
āHm, I dunno. Paying Naoya off for you?ā He says with this sly grin stretching across his face. āBut donāt worry, you jusā owe me a promise.āĀ
āGottaā promise youāll come to me for your weed instead of that moron, Iāve got better prices and better strains. None of that baby shit he was scamminā you with, trust me.ā Choso offers with his pinky still outstretched. Youāre slow to intertwine your finger with his and he uses the connection to pull you closer, āI need to hear you say it too.ā
You almost start stuttering with the way heād jerked your body closer just to say that all lowly to you. āI promise Iāll come to you instead of Naoya from now on,ā You respond with a dramatic emphasis on your words, fighting the blooming feeling in the pit of your stomach that spurs when he smiles at you as if he were proud or something.
And thatās roughly how the two of you met and became acquainted with one another. A couple minutes of fake-dating, one pinky promise, and a ācomplimentaryā joint to start you off later and the two of you were practically best buds!
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Well, not exactly best buds but you and him do get really close after that little party and encounter.
You stay true to the promise youād made with him and only ever deal with him from then on. Choso was entirely honest with you that night so, everything heād said turned out to be more than true. The shit you used to get from Naoya was nothing compared to what you were constantly high off of now, and it was cheaper.
Though, sometimes you did seduce your way into convincing Choso to give you an even lower discountā¦.
One slightly revealing top was usually all it took for him to snag off a couple dollars for youāamongst other things. Like the cute ass smile you flash his way whenever youāre geeked out of your mind, yapping on and on about fuck knows what until the words leaving you no longer make sense. Yeah, Choso loves that.Ā
Oh, and the tasty gloss you typically coat your lips with.Ā
Heās not some kinda weirdo so he definitely hasnāt had anyā¦ lustful thoughts about said gloss but, he canāt exactly avoid getting a taste of it whenever the two of you are cycling a blunt back and forth and bits of it are left clinging to the wrap.
Outside of just smoking his weed and becoming his favorite customer, you also become someone he likes to keep by his side and talk to from time to time. The best discounts from him come after a good smoke sesh that he usually has to beg you to stick around for.
During those, the two of you end up talking each otherās ears off until it really comes time for you to go.Ā
Slowly but surely, the two of you are spotted together more often than either of you cared to be, and dating rumors shuffle about. Theyāre quickly shut down after a couple of parties where youāre spotted letting some other random guy kiss on you but, a certain two individuals try their best to keep it alive.
The individuals in question are none other than Chosoās closest frat brothers: Gojo and Geto. Those idiots were fully convinced that poor Choso never got any play until he met you, and now theyāre both convinced heās your loser boyfriend.
Youāre pretty sure they only act like that because theyāre jealous youāre probably getting free weed from the guy while theyāre not.
Little do they know, their perception of your relationship with Choso couldnāt have been further from the truth. He was definitely getting play, he was just quiet about it since heās the kinda guy you wouldnāt even realize slept around unless he wanted you to realize it. And as for you, youāre the one who ends up feeling like a loser after a while seeing as every guy you hook up fails to make you cum.
So much so that you were starting to believe there was actually something wrong with you.Ā
This all leads to now, as you enter Chosoās dorm room for the nth time this week to, hopefully, get high enough to distract you from that little orgasmic issue of yours.
As soon as you enter the dorm, your mood is killed immediately.
Sitting in the living room laughing loud as hell, is Gojo and Geto. Both of their heads turn in sync as you walk in, trying to quickly pocket the spare key Choso had made for you some time agoāhaving mentioned something about being too lazy to open the door for you all the timeāand hoping that the two men will leave you-
āLook whoās here to see her man, awww,ā Gojo coos before you can even try to ignore him.
Then Geto follows that up with a cunning, āShouldā warn you though, your boyfriendās high as a kite in there.ā
Trying not to let their annoying-ass taunting get to you, you settle for a sigh of, āWhen is he not?ā before turning the corner and b-lining towards Chosoās room.
There are some more childish snickers and comments made about you from the two men but you pay no mind to it this time.
Pushing the desired door open, youāre immediately met with a thick heat of smoky air and a completely fogged room. The sound of a towel brushing against the floor as you push the door open makes you look down and you quickly realize heād been hotboxing all by himself.
āWithout me, seriously?ā You hum with no malice behind your words as you slip past the door and shut it behind you, using your foot to nudge the towel back into place and then letting your eyes scan Chosoās slightly cluttered room.
The man is lying across his bed, dark hair hanging off its edge with the way he splayed out upside down and pinched a rather fat blunt in between the thick of his thumb and index. āYou were takinā too long,ā Choso drawls.
And god, you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was barely even with you right now. He always had a pretty mellow way of speaking but when he was really high, his voice would drop an octave or twoāwords crawling off of his tongue all sleazily and heavy with each syllable.
āYāknow Iāll make it up to you though, here,ā He adds on seconds later before you get the chance to settle into his room.
That strong earthy scent coated the entirety of his room as you walked over to the edge of his bed and looked down at him, noticing the jaded reds and pinks coating the typically white portion of his eyes as he batted them up at you. Heās got some low melodies playing from some corner and it only adds to the ambience of the space. Then, his arm extends and heās offering you the cause of his fumed room.
Humming, āThank you,ā whilst plucking the joint out of his hands, your nails just barely graze his skin. Choso eyes the way you bring it up to your mouth and clasp it lightly in between your lips, leaning down to him and nodding your chin towards the lighter in his other hand.Ā
He catches your gesture and hoists it up to spark the blunt for you, hand cupping the air around as he filters through a couple stubborn flicks before a flame adorns the prerollās end. Chosoās eyelids are weighted even as he watches you draw in a steady breath to capture the itemās contents into your systemāquickly moving your hand to the joint afterwards to pry it from your lips and exhale slowly.
Another hum, this time one of approval, ghosts past your lips along with the fumes youād just let escape you. āYou look tired,ā You comment while pulling away.
As you move around his room to plop your back down somewhere and get comfortable, your plug merely mumbles an easy, āMānot.ā in response to you.
You shoot him over a look he doesnāt quite see, āIf you fall asleep on me like you did last time, Iām leaving.ā
āYou better keep me awake then, no?ā Choso chimes with one lazy smirk making the corner of his lips twitch.
Cocking a brow now, āAnd how am I supposed to do that?ā you ask.
You then relax down into the chair in front of his desk of scattered papers and unfinished assignments, dragging it over to the side of his bed so that youāre close enough to pass the blunt back and forth.Ā
He lifts his head adequately to glance over at where youāre sitting and then offers you a shrug as his hand goes out, āI dunno, you tell me, baby.ā
In the midst of taking another long hit and after passing it off to him, you meet his expectant gaze with a certain look, āCho.ā
āWhat?ā He scoffs immediately. Then heās sitting up and reaching over to pluck the blunt out of your hand and bring it to his lips, mumbling, āI call everyone thatā¦ā
He knew you didnāt care much for the pet name, even though heās been calling you that ever since the two of you met. You told him about how much you hated the way it fueled the dating rumors and made it harder to get Gojo and Geto shut up. But, when your eyes roll in reaction to what he just said, he lets off a soft whir.
āMh, you didnāt like that, huh?ā Choso asks you in between several back-to-back hits that youād normally scold him about. The brown of his eyes glide over your frame and then zero in steadily on the way your lips are moving as you speak.
āWhat?ā You huff, āNo, I donāt care if you call everyone baby.ā A lie, it did bother something deep down inside of you. āI-If anything thatās a good thing.ā You suggest.
To which he extends his hand out to you again, letting a single brow arch up, āYeah?ā
āMhm,ā Youāre humming. Though, the sound definitely seems like youāre trying to convince yourself hereā¦
The conversation dies out there for a moment longer than either of you care for and it doesnāt go unnoticed, even as the two of you cycle the blunt back and forth until itās about halfway smoked through.
While you try to relax in the uncomfortable silence thatās stretching itself out in between the two of you, your mind is unfortunately drifting back to your sexual issue. The weed is supposed to keep your mind at bay and help you relax and yet, today it decided to do everything but that. Instead, your head is very much wracked with annoying flashbacks of the recent times in which youāve been faking your orgasms for the second-rate men youāve been sleeping with.
Itās not that these thoughts are completely unwelcome but, youād rather not have them now while youāre busy smoking with Choso. And it really doesnāt help that heās not being his usual talkative self right noā
āYouāre quiet today,ā Choso breaks the silence all of a sudden and the sound of his deepened voice is almost enough to make you flinch. It was like heād read your mind or something just nowā¦Ā
Spooky.
Youāre slumped back against the chair and staring up at the thickly clouded ceiling, āThink so?ā
Choso nods before he speaks. āYeah, whatās up?ā He asks, eyes still watching you as if he were studying your every little move amid the haze, āTalk to me, princess.ā
While your stoned brain decides to focus on your lack of orgasms, his mind is unable to drift away from you and the way you look sitting in his bedroom right now. This isnāt too unusual for him since weed does tend to help his focus but, normally itās not on you as much as it is today.
Perhaps that was because of your weird silence. You hadn't even complained about anything yet, which was enough to tell him that something was wrong.
Before you speak, the question rings around your head for a few seconds. Choso has a handful of pet names he uses on people and you know that but, youāre not quite sure if he says that last one to just anybody.
Hence why a delicate, ā...Do you call everyone that too?ā streams past the gloss of your lips.
āNah,ā Choso answers immediately as if heād been watching the words walk right out of you. Then he tilts his head, āJust you.ā
At that, you visibly tense up a little. You hated sessions like this with him. When the quiet got too loud that the mostly dormant emotions began to bloom around you. The warmth you feel flash over your face and cling at your heartstrings is definitely not from the weed but, you try to ignore it.
Heās been like this a couple times in the past. While he does get sleepy after a long smoke sesh, he also tends to get uncharacteristically direct and soft with you. You remember how one time he went on this looong rant about how pretty you were. But, before you could reply to any of it, he dozed off while mumbling about how he hoped to see you in his dreams that night.
Anytime you bring this up now, he tells you none of that ever happens and that heād definitely remember doing so but, he doesnāt.
āYou gettinā shy on me now?ā Choso asks abruptly, to which you lift your head and look at him. Heās sitting all the way up now, rolling a few more jointsāas if he needs toāand then glancing to you again, āI said talk to me, whatās on your mind?ā
Your gaze fixates on how careful his thumbs are with the jointās edges, smoothing over them with the rolling, and only ever taking his eyes off of you to focus on what heās doing before slipping his tongue out to lick it.Ā
A short, āEverythingā¦ā comes out of you in a manner so cliche that it makes him snort.
The unpierced side of his lips quirk up now that heās half-smiling, āPfft, okayā¦ Well, whatās been going on with you lately? Youāre beinā dry as hell with me right now.ā He points out.
You pout a bit and take your eyes away from him, āI dunno. Iā¦ Itās stupid.ā
Choso rolls his eyes at you, āDonāt you start that shit,ā He warns. You know he doesnāt like when you beat around the bush but how the hell are you supposed to tell him that youāre quiet today because youāre sexually frustrated? Heās your dealer, not-, āWeāre friends, arenāt we?ā He asks, interjecting your thoughts directly before shrugging, āJust talk, girl.ā
You scoff a simple, āYouāre so annoyingā¦ā that trails off into another long beat of silence, the only sound coming from his softly moving fingers and the way you take a few more hits of the preroll still in your hands, hoping to gain enough confidence to blurt it out. Then, after a few more carefully thought-out seconds, ā...I think somethingās wrong with me.ā You manage.
āSeemā perfect to me,ā Choso blurts out, clearly not thinking twice about the words that just fell off his tongue.
āI-,ā You pause to digest the sudden compliment, brushing it off with a chuckle, āI meant my body, Cho,ā To which he mutters the same thing and you pretend not to hear it this time as you say, āI dunno if maybe itās the stuff Iāve been smoking lately butā¦.ā
Some more stillness flies by and this time he seems to be fed up with it.
āBut what? Donāt edge me here.ā He demands.
The light buzz in your mind serves as a coaxing feeling that helps you finally breathe out, āI canāt cum.āĀ
You donāt get much of a reaction from him at first. If anything, he looks confused as he cocks an almost innocently puzzled brow, āHuh? Canāt come to what?ā
āNo, not-,ā His literal interpretation of your words ends up making you giggle. Then you sigh, āI meant that I canāt orgasm, Choso.ā
āWhat?ā He questions dumbfoundedly.
āPlease donāt make me repeat thatā¦ā You mumble.
āNo, seriously, what?ā Choso repeats, looking now as if you have three as he puts everything down and turns his head your direction, āYouāre not gettinā fucked right?ā
Caught off completely guard, āJesus. That's not even what I saidāā
āBut thatās what that means, right?ā He interrupts, waiting for you to meet eyes with him again, āUnless youāre trying to tell me you seriously canāt make yourself cum.ā
Itās slow but, you finally manage to look at him, āI canā¦ā
Nodding, āExactly so, that means youāre out there receiving mediocre shit instead of coming to meā¦ again.ā
If you werenāt caught off guard before, you damn sure are now. So much so that you cough in between your next hit, the smoke choking up in your lungs with a slight burn as your zen is thrown off. āH-Huh?ā You unintentionally stammer.
Even with your eyes on one another now, he can tell youāre nervous just from talking about this. Smoking was not the cause of that flush in your cheeks and he knows it. Something else definitely had you hot right now.
Chosoās eyes flick up and down your seated frame long enough to see the way your thighs shift against the seat. Instantly, his tone gets sly, āWhat, you think Iām only good for weed?ā
Your lashes bat, āWell, n-no, butā¦ā
āCāmere,ā He cuts off, having lifted a hand to beckon you over with two generously ringed fingers.
Your scoff is instant, āChoso, respectfully, I donāt think-ā
āMānot askinā you to think,ā He smiles, fingers still waving, āIām askinā you to come over here.ā
It takes you a bit to digest his words before your body gets to moving and when you haul yourself off the chair, you move to plop down on his bed. Sitting right next to him now, Choso leans over a little and his arm slides somewhere behind you. His hand ends up just a few inches away from your ass, his fingers splaying out against his comforter whilst his head weighs to the side.
His body is hot next to yours. So hot you could practically feel the heat oozing off his frame. And the peering look in his eyes wasnāt making it any better eitherā¦
āHow many times have I told you Iām here for whatever you need, huh?ā Choso whispers, the lowness of his voice causing your hips to twitch a little.
Heās all focused on you again, even more so now than he had been earlier, and it was almost as though you could feel him everywhere without him even touching you yet. Perhaps it was the cannabis in the air and the way it swirled throughout your system but, all your sensations felt heightened now.
Pulling your head away from him to gain some distance back, āPlenty of times, but..ā Your shoulders slump a little, āThis is different, Choso.ā
His gaze falls down your body and something husky and wanting sneaks its way into his words now, āHow? You think I canāt make you cum?ā
God, every time he opened his mouth you felt as though you were losing your mind. And the audacity he had to be so bold with his words on top of that was making it perpetually worse by the minute.
āN-No,ā You huff as your head turns back to him and youāre heard gulping thickly at his focus on your mouth. āIām not saying that butā¦ā You pull your lower lip in between your teeth for a moment to chew while you think. Then, you sigh again, āWell, maybe I am saying thatā¦ I just thinkāā
āI told you to stop doinā that,ā Choso murmurs, arm snaking around your body so that his hand could land on your hip. He gives you a little pull and almost sounds needy as he utters a husky, āCāmere.ā
āIām rightāā
āCloser, baby.ā Choso cuts off, finally tugging you closer so that the side of your thigh brushes up against his. He then takes his other hand and brings it up to your jaw, drawing your face way too close to his. You could smell the viscous scent of weed on his tongue as he spoke given the lack of distance between you both, his eyes never straying away from the soft, soft curve of your lips, āNow, jusā tell me if you want me to make you cum or not and I got you.ā
Your top set of lashes meets your lower ones in slow-motioned blinks as breathing properly grows increasingly difficult, āItās not that simpleā¦ā
The manās grasp on your chin grows a little tighter, āIt really is.ā
You roll your eyes again āLiterally no guy has made me-ā
āDo I seem like every other guy youāve been with?ā Choso scoffs, as if he were actually ticked off now. Then he forces your head some more up so that your gaze is meeting his and, fuck. The look in his eyes did something. Looking at you all commanding and desiring like you were the only thing that ever mattered in his life, āDo you want my help or not?ā he whispers one last time.
Of course you wanted his help, even though you had your doubts about receiving it. You werenāt sure what would be so different with him.Ā
Even so, youāre slow to give him a nod of your head and grumble a cute, āYeah,ā that has him swallowing down a groan.
Then heās weighing forward and you barely get to fully shut your eyes before his lips smooth over yours. Catching your hesitance, you feel his thumb slip upwards as he talks into your mouth, āDonāt be shy, open up fāme, baby.ā
At the sound of that, your lips get to parting over his and his tongue immediately slides right in. Both of your heads tilt off in opposite directions and heās the first to let out a string of sounds. It starts out with a grunt when you pull back half a centimeter just to slip down and clasp his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling softly.
When you give it an adorable tug and then press forward into the kiss, thatās when he starts groaning.Ā
Chosoās got no idea how any guy couldāve gotten their hands on all this and then decided not to make sure youāre squirting by the end of the night. He supposes he can thank all those guys now though, seeing as youāre swiftly moving forward with this kiss.
Yeah, it starts out slow and a little sloppy but while your tongues are mingling with one anotherās and sharing the prominent taste of marijuana, youāre getting eager for more and throwing a leg over him.
Youāre properly sitting in his lap before he realizes it. And the only reason Choso acknowledges it at all is because he feels a rush of heat spark from in between his legs as something rubs over the previously dormant tent in his sweats. He canāt even pull away from your mouth to say anything because heās far too distracted by the gorgeous moan you sink past his lips.
Oh, heās lost it.
Chosoās hands grab at your waist suddenly and then squeeze hard enough for you to acknowledge his touch before he smoothes downwards to your hips and pushes your body lower so that youāre flush with him. āMmph,ā bursts past his parted lips in the middle of his suckling your tongue deeper into his mouth.Ā
The man is all but swallowing up the sweetness against your mouth, quickly growing addicted to it. Weed could never compare to the tasteāa fact of which heās sure about now. As his tongue soon goes diving down the center of yours, you feel the surprising bud of a snake eye piercing decorating its tip.
Thatās when one of your hands moves in between your bodies and sneaks under his shirt as you gasp out his name and then pull away.
His lips chase yours as you draw distance and then he hauls your entire body impossibly closer to his, your chest smushed up against him now. In doing so, you roll your hips forward against his naturally and hear the way his breath hitches. Then you feel something.
Poking-, no, jumping up against your clothed cunt in between the many, many layers between the two of you is the thickness of his bulge. And with it comes another wave of sloppy kisses.
Chosoās hands are everywhere against you now, literally.Ā
Something in you seems to snap at the feeling of his cock growing under you and right after you let yourself gasp at the sheer size of it one more time, the hands you had on his chest manage to recline him back against his bed.
Choso hits the mattress with a soft huff of previously lost air and his brows twist up to flash something needy at you. āFuck,ā Scratches out of his throat whilst he stares at the way you look on top of him.
So prettyā¦
Thereās a single string of shared saliva dribbling out of the corner of your mouth and he almost moans as you start leaning down to him again, his arms moving so that he could wrap them around you. Then your lips meet again and this time it isnāt even sloppy, just hungry.
The sound is loud, louder than any kiss youāve had lately, and noisy enough to earn a couple of smiles from him in between all the kissing. Breathing into your mouth, āYou shouldnāt have told me that shit,ā Choso sears as one of his hands comes up to the back of your head, the other at your neck now. āCanāt even calm myself downā¦ā
Followed by his not-so-gentle admission is another heavy pulse from his fully erect cock.Ā
You manage to pluck yourself away from his mouth long enough to say, āI donāt see why,ā Then you snort cockily, āSānot like youāve changed my track record.ā
āYet,ā Choso quickly corrects. And before you can add another snarky comment in response, āBut thatās alright, Iām about to.ā He claims, tipping his head back to relax as his hands fall away from your body completely, āCome get up here.ā
You blink, āHuh? Upā¦ā Searching his frame as if you werenāt already on top of him, your brows tweeze together, ā...where?ā
Even with the poking of his dick, he takes this moment to gather himself and reach over to swipe up the blunt you were last smoking. Then he shuffles for a lighter and sparks it up again, taking a hit and returning his attention to you as if the little intermission didnāt have you on edge.
You had no idea what he meant by āget up hereā when you were literally sitting in his lap already. Surely he didnāt meanā
āOn my face,ā Choso clarifies, a sexy cloud of fumes ghosting out of his mouth along with his words.
At first, you just stared at him and watched him smoke. Your body was thrumming with need in multiple areas but you just couldnāt fathom sitting on his face. Surely, thatād be pretty unsafe to do while both of you are heavily intoxicated. Hell, you can barely see around his bedroom, how can he possibly expect you to sit on his faceā¦
Well, a few minutes later and youāre halfway there.
Not quite sittingāafter a million and one concerns of being scared to suffocate himāyouāre now hovering over Chosoās face. You refused to meet eyes with him so youāre turned the opposite direction and your hands are helping your body remain hoisted up as they rest on the bed, caging the lower half of his bodyājust as your legs were doing to his head right now.
Your pants have been snatched off and youāre completely exposed to the greed of his eyes. Heās hardly touched you ever since you caved and brought your bare pussy up over his face. Youāve been left to stare at the throbbing bulge that rests a few inches away from your face and you feel awkward.
Yāknow, until thereās a warm blow of intoxicated air that swirls up against your dripping cunt. Followed by which is the sound of Choso lapping over his lips at the sight, scoffing after. One thumb finally draws up to meet the left lip of your pussy as he slips it over and reveals more of your slicked glory. Your cunt clenches embarrassingly at his first touch and you silently hope he doesnāt notice how you drip when he starts talking.
āShiit,ā Choso begins, voice heavy in baritone nowāno longer from the weed but purely from his own arousal, āYouāre tellinā me nobodyās made this pretty girl cum?ā He asks, āWho the fuck have you been goinā to, huh?ā
You glance back at him over your shoulder, hardly able to see his face with the way youāre hovering, āCho, Iāā
āShhh, Iāll take care of yaā. Donāt sweat it.ā He claims, to which you roll your eyes. He always fuckinā says thatā¦ āNow sit.ā
Another gulp is heard from you, āChoso, I already told you. I donāt wanna crushāā
Rolling those blown-out brown eyes of his, Chosoās other hand meets your hip with a mean grip before he tugs your body down and your cunt promptly meets his greedy face. āSo stubborn.ā
The gasp you let out at the initial contact of his lips against your wetness makes something inside you crave the ability to disappear. You were hot before but now youāre soaking and heated all over.
Your nerves felt like they were on fire and your hips practically melted downwards when you felt Chosoās tongue slither out to get the first taste of you. āHnngh-, fuckā¦ā You breathe, fingers curling into the sheets to hold onto.
Youāve gotten head from guys plenty of times but this was so much different. And he only just started!
You definitely had your high to blame for the way his tongue feels glissading upwards in between your lathering foldsāthe sensation so strong and pleasurable you swore for a second he had two tongues or something. Of course, thatās just the weed talking but shitā¦
āSāsweetā¦ā Choso mumbles into your cunt, pulling away just to spit and then using the fat of his thumb to rub the slick of it into you, āPoor baby, nobody could make you cum, huh?ā He says.
You start to open your mouthāthinking he was talking to youābut when his thumb presses past that rather welcoming ring of resistance and earns one gorgeous squelch, you quickly realize heās not talking to you at all.
āYeahh?ā He purrs, one eager smile plastering itself out across his face, āYou needed someone to come talk to you directly?āĀ
Choso toys with your insides using only his thumb for a while, grinning wickedly the whole way through as he watches the way your pussy splurts out such saccharine sounds of slick ān filth. Itās not until your soakage is dripping down his hand that he finds himself grunting and then dragging his thumb out of you tenderly.
Sticking it into his mouth just to suck your taste off for a second, you hear the way he moans around his own digit. Then, before you have time to realize just how wet you really are, there are two dumbly thick fingers slipping past the plush of your folds, wiggling in deep and coaxing a pitched sound out of your throat.
āYālike that, huh?ā Choso mutters from beneath you, jaw already coated with the sweet traces of your taste, āYouāre beinā so loud, this must feel really goodā¦ā He comments softly. Then his fingers abruptly slip out of you and swat over to your clit to land a couple of wet smacks against, earning nothing more than a whine from you. To which he chuckles and tilts his head at the little quiver your cunt does in reaction, āHah, sāokay, you donāt have to answerā¦ sheās doinā plenty of talkinā for you.ā
Those little smacks of his quickly grow repetitive and as he does so, he lets his jaw fall open and hangs his tongue out to capture the syrupy drip that oozes off of your walls.Ā
When he starts working you over his fingers again, you donāt even realize the upper half of your body has slumped over until you feel something pressing up against your cheek. Your eyes had fluttered shut and everything, having grown so lost in the pleasure of his fingers that you didnāt even realize what youād laid yourself on.
Lifting your head, you look over and stare at the outline of his cock again. Thereās a slight patch of wetness where his plump tip is resting and youāre moving before youāre thinking.
āAw-, woahh..ā Choso gasps from behind you, to which your senses come back to you a bit whilst you push his sweatpants down. āWhat uh-,ā His voice almost cracks for a second there but he swallows the hindrance in his voice down. Then heās hissing when your hand slips under his boxers and wraps around his curving shaft, āFuck.. whatāre you doinā?ā
The curve in your back deepens and the fingers heās got inside you now get swallowed up even tighter the second his cock springs out. With wide eyes and a drooling mouth, you donāt even hesitate to take his length into your hand and then let your breath hit it as you whisper, āReturning the favor, Choā¦ā
He scoffs, āYou donāt have to-, holy shitā¦ā The mere press of your warm lips against his leaky cockhead is enough to make him whine. And as if encouraged, you quickly spread your mouth over him and ease it down around his dick, letting your tongue lap at the sides upon your descent. āOh god, your throat feels s-so fuckinā goodā¦. A-All this and people had the nerve to leave you unsatisfied? Tch.ā
Meeting you halfway, Choso dives back into your cunt with the entirety of his mouth. You feel the ball of his tongue piercing tickle your walls as he stretches you out against the glutinous pink muscleāyour moaning around his cock sending filthy vibrations all throughout his body.
His hips thrust up instinctively and his lips pop off of you with a sharp breath, āFuck, princessā¦ Do that again, yeah?ā
Your cheeks hollow out as your jaw widens and you force yourself down further until his fat tip is bumping up against the back of your throat, earning a nasty gag from you. You try to lift yourself to breathe but youāre met with a sudden pressure at the back of your head as he swiftly pushes you back down.
āHold it fāme,ā Choso groans, āNeed you tāfeel me back there,ā He adds shortly after. Then, keeping your head still, āThere yaā go, gooood girlā¦ā He praises as his hips start bucking up again until your eyes are coated with tears.
Truth be told, Choso isnāt normally this rough with anyone he fucks. But the high buzzing throughout his brain has him acting different. He can't get over the way your lips feel wrapped around his cock like a warm hug. And the way he slides all the way down your throat perfectly? Oh, youāre lucky he hasnāt cum inside your mouth already.
The dark hairs he has decorating the area around the base of his heavy length tickle your chin with how wide your lips are parted around him. You could feel him leaving soggy kisses against your uvula and all it did was make you soak above his face.
When you finally give him another moan as your face presses snuggly against his skināthe veins trailing his dick pulsing with little heartbeats against your tongueāhe lets your head go. You fly up a bit and start coughing softly, glancing back at him with a pout as you wipe your mouth off, just to see that heās already moving on to do something else as if he didnāt just choke you out on his dick less than two seconds ago.
Chosoās got a joint perched between his lips as he takes a loooong drag from it and when he plucks it away from his mouth, he takes his free hand and moves it to your hip. You donāt even realize whatās happened until something heated is slapping up against your slobbering cunt. The sensation makes you jump and then Chosoāever the freakāis leaning up to shotgun a kiss directly into the puffy folds of your cunt.
āCh-Choso,ā You choke, āWhat the f-fuuckā¦ā
Then your hips are lifting as if to escape him and something throaty and annoyed reverberates its way out of his throat before you feel his painted fingernails dig into your skin and force you back down, his head shaking up into your pussy whilst his tongue lathers into the deepest depths of your slutty cavern.
Then you hear the wet, gushing smacks that his mouth against your cunt begins to make, feeling a certain sensation bloom in the pit of your stomach. Your legs are twitching around his head and youāre whining. āChoso, w-waitā¦ please, I-I feel weirdā¦ā
Instead of acknowledging your words, he just groans something filthy and hot against you, āSuch a sloppy pussy, droolinā allll over me like thisā¦ā He points out. Youāre not sure if itās possible but heās clearly high off of you and not just the weed.Ā
You try rolling your hips back to see if that would capture his attention but all that does is make his cock drip with creamy slathers of white from the slit. As you notice that, you try to lean down and suck on his neglected tip, hoping that would get his mouth to go easy on you for just a second.
Unfortunately for you, that did the exact opposite.Ā
Instead, Chosoās pulling back to spit a gloopy wad of spit onto your cunt and then scoffing, āYou should tell me-, hah.. who the assholes are,ā He mutters, beyond pussy drunk, āThe ones that couldnāt make you cum,ā His tongue flicks around as if he were spreading his own saliva via spelling something out, āThen let me send āem the sexy lilā mess māabout to make of youā¦.ā
Prying away from his cock for a second, āThatād be so-, mmgh! Right there, Chosoā¦ā
āYeah? Right here? This is the spot they couldnāt find? How pathetic,ā Heās searing with his tongue, drawing his name into your gluey walls all cursive-like, making your eyes roll back. āYouāre so easy to please,ā He teases, smiling after, āUnless, of courseā¦ fuck, thatās only ācause of me?ā Choso asks, spitting again just to have the entire space in between your legs a slopped, wet mess, āSāthat what it is? You like the way I treat this pussy?ā
āYesss, Cho,ā You whine ever so thankfully.
And of course, he leans back up to french-kiss your pussy lips in response. Youāre so high ān horny that you donāt even realize the number of times youād let your shimmery gloss of release coat the insides of his mouth by now.Ā
Not until heās felt smiling into you, āMgh.. again? How many times is that now? Eight?ā The number makes you inhale swiftly in surprise, your hand squeezing the base of his cock a bit tighter as you move your head to the side to moan deliciously. āGimme one more ān Iāll give you a breakā¦ā He coos, pierced tongue massaging your sensitive folds now.Ā
At that, something prominent builds up within you. āChoso, mmnh! I-I think Iāmā¦ ohgodā¦ māgonna cum,ā You pant, lazily jerking him off with what little strength you have in your hand.
He snickers, āSilly girl, you already did that. I think whatās about to happen now is uhā¦ā His voice trails for a moment so that he could plug your hole in with his fingers and curl them against your g-spot, āYouāre about to squirt fāmeā¦ā Choso tells you.Ā
And squirt for him you do.
You never thought you could feel pleasure so good that you couldnāt even tell youād finished until you were at the point of squirting. Itās a weird sensation that makes you moan his name loud enough for his fraternity brothers to hear outside of his room.Ā
Your entire body convulses and your mind just blanks out. You think his fingers are somewhere around your clit and his tongue is back in between your slippery walls but you couldnāt tell at this pointāall you knew was that you were making a mess all over his face.
And through it, he was down there praising you. āThatās it, thaaaatās it, princess..ā Letting his tongue dangle out again to slur, āRight on my fuckinā face, I want everyyy drop.ā
Itās embarrassing for youāyāknow, squirting all over your plugās face just from his stupidly skillful tongue and fingers. You wanted to hate every second of it, hate how nasty you felt by the time your orgasmic high began to diminish but, fuck there wasn't a single thought left in your brain.
You told the man no guy was making you cum and he did so consecutively without even putting his cock inside you. Not only that, he was faded the entire time!
Arguably, you were too so thatās likely why you were so sensitive to his mouth to begin with butā¦ still.
You feel like you black out after your orgasm but, itās only for a few seconds. Eventually, your ears catch the loud roar of his groans and bat your tear-coated eyelashes open to see his cock has spilt globs of cum out around your hand. Your grasp on him instantly releases and you scoff softly at the sticky mess.
Both of your orgasms leave your bodies motionless for a long whileāyour frame slumped over against hisāand nothing but the sound of filthy pants echo throughout his fogged room.
Chosoās the first to eventually break the silence with a breathy, āAnd uh, next time come to me when you wanna get offā¦ā He murmurs, feeling your limp body weight shift against him a little, āā¦not just for weed, okay?ā
āUhuh..ā You babble tiredly.
āGood,ā He sighs. ā'Cause I charge pretty cheap for these sex sessions.ā
Freezing, āWhat?ā
Choso chuckles, a weary smile painted across his slicked face, āI told you I donāt do anything for free, didnāt I?ā
ā¶ļøļø SCREAM VI (starring . ghostface! geto, gojo, & choso)
synopsis . In which your ākillersā soon realize youāre not stuck with them but theyāre stuck with youā¦
content . afab!reader, three/foursome, squirting, non-curse au, oral sex, established relationship, reader gets kinda passed around, men teasing one another, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationship, fear play, lowk feral reader, cuck!Geto, rough sex, praise, overstim, degrading, tw: spitting, pet names, filth (cĆ¹m eating), pussy slapping, teasing, chojo sneak bc i cant help it, a hint of knife play, etc.
word count . 9.6k || authorās note: in honor of the new scream movie coming out tmr i thought iād go ahead and repost this from kamitvāif it looks familiar, thatās why. banner art by the lovely @/aransmind!!
āYou want me to wear that and chase you around the estate?ā
āYeah, and when you find meā¦ā
āI fuck you instead of killing you.ā
āMhm!ā You hum cheerfully to your rather concerned boyfriend whose lap youāre currently sitting on.
Those dark raven strands of hair framing his gorgeous face sway with the light tip of his head to the side as his naturally slim eyes narrow at your overly excited expression, āAnd Iām doing this, why?ā Geto questions.
You let out a giggle, which only confuses him even more. āBecause Scream is my favorite franchise and Ghostface is hotā¦ Duh.ā
Itās as if the man only falls for you more and more every day. Getoās been with you for roughly two years now and yet youāve never revealed this suddenā¦ mask kink you clearly have. He likes the Scream franchise just as much as you do and the idea of chasing you around and eventually fucking you in costume definitely excites him.
So there you are; sitting in his lap and pouting, steadily snaking your arms around his neck and pulling yourself in close before you plant a chaste little kiss on his lips.
āCāmon Sugu, I know youāve thought about it before,ā You point out to him in a low purr as your lips depart from his.
The hands thatād been calmly resting on your hips suddenly grow intrigued as they slide up to your waist and give you a soft squeeze, āI really havenāt.ā He admits honestly. You can see it all in his eyes that he silently agreed to this the moment you brought out that stupid mask.
At his soft admission, a gleaming smile spreads across your face, āOkayy, well you are nowā¦ So is that a yes or what?ā
He pretends to think for only a moment longer, glancing off to the side in faux thought before landing those pretty lilac irises back onto you, āYeah, sure. Tomorrow's Halloween so, we can do it then.ā Geto tells you.
And that was all it took.Ā
Halloween night was here before you even had time to fully prepare for it. The entire day you werenāt able to stop thinking about the moment Geto would walk through the front door, dressed in all black with that overly attractive ghostface mask cloaking his equally beautiful face.Ā
Your heart was racing in anticipation as the sun began to set outside and the clock ticked closer and closer toward the time of which he would return home from work. You knew heād be there no more than thirty minutes after and all you could do was wonder how this all would go down.
Clad in only one of his oversized white t-shirts, you distracted yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you awaited the moment heād get home. Any second now and youād hear that lovely security chime go offā
You jump a little in your bed when your thought is cut off by an incoming unknown number. If you werenāt buzzing with excitement before, you damn sure are now because itās clear your boyfriend is going out of his way to play into this with you. There are practically small hearts in your eyes as you tap that enticing green button on your screen to answer the phone.
Biting back a smile, youāre quick to bring the phone up to your ear, āHello?ā
An almost low-quality distortion to the personās voice is instantly recognized by youāit wasnāt Suguruās voice at all, it was that infamous voice changer that spoke to you. āWhy donāt you wanna talk to me?ā A man asks, and you know this line all too well.
Hell, you know the entire dialogue. This is exactly why you sit up in your bed and hold back that smile of yours like your life depended on it. Tilting your head into the phone, you glance around your bedroom, āWho is this?ā
āYou tell me your name, Iāll tell you mine,ā The āmysteryā man continues.Ā
You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from giggling right then and there. Your dark little fantasy was becoming true right before your very eyes and it had a sliver of excitement slipping down your spine. Sliding out from your bed, you take small steps toward the nearby window and glance outside.
Scoffing softly, āI donāt think so.ā You quote, straight from the first Scream. Youāve seen the movie enough times to recite the whole thing word for word, even his lines.
Itās a bit off-script how things go from here on out but, thatās the goal.
āAw, youāre no fun.ā He purrs. Even with that damn voice changer, youād recognize that purr any day. You know this is your boyfriend and that only has your body heating up with each passing second.
Now youāre left to improv a bit. āThink so?ā You reply as you pull your bedroom curtains closed and turn away from the window.
āOh I know so, sweetheart. Itās Halloween night and youāre doing nothing to celebrate.ā The man on your phone points out.Ā
Youāre walking out of your room now and taking a careful peek into the dimmed hallway. āAnd that makes me not fun? What am I supposed to do to celebrate Halloween aside from dressing up and maybe handing out some candy?ā
He chuckles. āYouāre a smart girl, Iām sure you can figure something else out.ā
āLet me guess,ā Your brows raise a little, āI should be watching scary movies?ā
āThat depends. You like scary movies?ā There you are, right back onto the script.
āUhuh,ā You hum in response with a slight nod as if he could see you.
āWhatās your favorite scary movie?ā And there it is, infamous line one of many. You nearly let out a dreamy sigh knowing that itās nothing but your boyfriend on the other end.
Allowing yourself to smile this time, you trek down your hallway and towards the staircase. āUhhh, I dunno,ā Of course you know, but whereās the fun in saying it so soon?
āYou have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?ā Every scratchy distorted-pitched word that pours from the manās mouth has anticipation bubbling within you.
You sigh. āUhmm, Halloween!ā As you recall that answer straight from the movie, you turn to your staircase and allow your eyes to scan the first floor of your home.
Most of the lights are on so itās not too dark or anything but you really are curious whether or not Geto has made his way inside already.
āYāknow, the one with the guy with the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters?ā You quote flawlessly yet again. Youāre such a fanatic for the Scream franchise that youāre loving every single second of this.
āYeahh,ā He purrs again, making your heart involuntarily flutter.
You begin to slowly descend down the flight of stairs, āWhatās yours?ā
āGuess.ā He orders on the other end.
Pausing halfway down, you glance over to your kitchen. The light is still on and everything is exactly the way you left it. āUhm, Nightmare on Elm Street?ā You soon reply.
āIs that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?ā The way your boyfriend knows every word to this just as well as you do makes your stomach churn in affection just a bit.Ā
Your voice turns enthusiastic and you continue your steps down, āYeah! Freddy Kruger.ā
āFreddy, thatās right.ā He continues, āI like that movieāit was scary.ā
āWell the first one was but the rest sucked.ā Youāre downstairs now, looking around at the way all the blinds in your home are open. Did you leave them like that for this exact reason? You donāt remember.
āMhm,ā āMysteryā man hums and you swear you can picture the smirk on his face as he utters the next infamous line. āSoo, you got a boyfriend?ā
You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second before smiling, āWhy? You wanna ask me out on a date?ā Now youāre making a right to enter your living room, heading toward your couch placed in the center.
āMaybe. Do you have a boyfriend?ā He asks again.
You pause for a second. This literally is your boyfriend so, surely he wants you to play into this question, right?
āNo.ā You chirp simply.
You can hear the smile on his face even through that stupidly attractive voice changer, āYou never told me your name.ā
You know what comes after this and you canāt help but begin to look around as you plop down on your couch, āWhy do you wanna know my name?āĀ
Itās silent over the phone for a long couple of seconds
āCauseā we wanna know who weāre looking at.ā
Your heart surprisingly sinks as those words hit your ears. We? Thatās notā¦ how that scene goes. He was supposed to say that he wants to know who heās looking at. Thereās no we? Where the hell did he even get that from??
For the first time since you picked up this damn phone and started this whole thing, youāre actually a bit nervous. Chuckling loosely, you try to play it off as your eyes glance around your living room, āWhat do you mean, āweā?āĀ
Thereās a shuffling over the phone for just a moment. Then, you hear that distorted voice again, but the pitch is slightly different. āCāmon, princess. Youāve seen the movies, you should know by now that thereās hardly ever only one killer.ā The man says.Ā
Eyes all over every corner of the house, heart thumping slightly in your chest, you can feel your anxiety rising within. āIā¦ I donāt understand.ā You murmur softly.
And thenā¦ all the lights go out with a loud noise coming from somewhere outside. If you werenāt shaking in fear before, you damn sure are now. Your eyes go even wider and you move to put your phone on speaker, clicking your flashlight on right after.Ā
āS-Suguru, this isnāt funny! I like the movies ānd all but Iām not the biggest fan of being scared, you know that.ā The person(s) on the phone can hear the clear trembling in your voice as you stand up and point your flashlight to whatever area your eyes land on, searching for any signs of anyone.
Thereās a snicker over the line. āOh but this iss funny, sweets.ā The tone changed againāitās still distorted in that famous Ghostface pitch, but itās not Suguru nor the person whoād said something before. āYou look sooo scared right now.ā
Aw hell, that lets you know he (or they) can see you right now. Which is just great considering you canāt see shit aside from darkness and the few areas of your house that your light lands on. Youāre scared to leave the living room butā¦ youāre also terrified of staying right where you are. You donāt know how many Ghostfaceās are in your house right now and you donāt know what the hell Suguru has planned for you tonight.
āStop playing around! Turn the lights back on and quit this scary shit, Suguru.ā You huff out into the call, taking one step to your right and hearing the floor creak below your foot.
The house is eerily quietāwhich is ridiculously concerning considering how he-, they can see you but you canāt see them at the moment. How the hell are they talking to you without you hearing them? They are in your house now, right??
āYou said you wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, baby.ā The voice returns, as does that natural purr, letting you know itās Geto talking once more. āYou never said how manyā¦ā
You slowly walk around your couch and shift your flashlight toward the blinds, trying to get a look outside your windows. āAre you serious? That sounds insane. How many of you are there?!ā Your gaze flicks toward the nearby staircase and you only scare yourself as your eyes get lost in the darkness of your home.
Getoās still talking, āIncluding me, thereās three of us. How does that sound, hm? Iām obviously not gonna make you do anything you donāt want to but, you do know who we all are.ā
You swallow thickly. āDo I?ā This time your words leave in a whisper and you swear you hear a shuffling coming from upstairs.
Lord knows youāre scared out of your mind right now. But, it is comforting to know that whatever this is, your boyfriend is in control of it all. You trust him more than anything, so thereās no real reason to be scaredā¦ right?Ā
āMhm. So how ābout we play a game?ā Your boyfriend requests, and the sound of him smiling again is heard through his tone.
You stop walking entirely and your eyes are fixated upstairs as you flash your light up there. āOkay Jigsaw.ā You snort, āWhatā¦ What kind of game, huh?ā
He sighs, almost sounding as though he were sitting back against something. āThe one you and I were going to play. Yāknow, you run around ān hide but if I find you, I fuck you. Letās continue that butā¦ with two others.ā
āSuguru, youāre gonna let two other guys fuck me?ā Youāre beyond baffled by this whole thing. Never in a million years would you have expected this from your boyfriend. This is the same man who got mad a while ago for the way some guy who was all flirty with you at a restaurantā¦
Geto hums deeply, āSālong as youāre okay with it and they find you before I do, yeahh.ā
āI didnāt know you were into thatā¦ā You reply, moving a hand to tug his shirt further down your body. Knowing that there was more than just him in the area right now made you a bit self-conscious.
āDidnāt know you were into masks but the Ghostface thing really does it for yaā, huh?ā Suguru snaps back with that sass you know and love.
āI meanā¦ā You shrug, āYeah.ā
āRight. So then, the game is simple. You try to hide and whoever finds you first; fucks you.ā
āThatās it?ā
āOh, nooo. Thereās more to this babyā¦ā You swear you hear a creak upstairsācoming from somewhere down the left end of the hallway. It gives you the chills as Geto continues. āSee, I know how loud you are when you cum soā¦ tonight, I want you to be nice and quiet.ā
You gulp, āWhat happens if Iām not?ā
āAnother one of us will find you.ā
āOhāā
āā¦And join in.ā He steadily adds on with an amused smile on his face that you obviously canāt see right now.
Your heart races at the thought alone. āOh.ā
Just for extra consent, Geto tilts his head against the phone, āThat alright with you?ā
āYesā¦ but, wait do I still have to be quiet even if there ends up being two of you guys fucking meā¦?ā You lean to the side a bit and aim your light toward the direction you heard the creak, spotting no one and no signs of life whatsoever.
āYep.ā Geto replies with a teasing pop of the āpā.
āButāā
āDonāt worry, Iām sure youāll do fine. After all,ā The voice changer clicks off and Suguruās tone is nice and clear with you, āYāknow whose cock youāre supposed tāget loud on.ā
You feel yourself throb at the sound of his voice without that stupid filter, puffing out a little sigh in reaction to his lewd words.Ā
āOh, and by the wayā¦ā
āHuh?ā
The voice changer clicks on one last time and he chuckles. āTheyāre already in the house.ā
āā
Okay, you knew Halloween was one of Suguruās favorite holidays but shit you didnāt expect him to go all out like this.
Not one, not two, but three Ghostfaces in your home searching for you right now? Youāre lucky the house is big and there are plenty of places to hide but fuck is your anxiety through the goddamn roof as you sit in the empty tub of your first-floor bathroom. The door is shut but not locked and youāve got the tub curtain pulled closed, just in case one of them does happen to stroll in.
Obviously, this wasnāt the best hiding spot in the world but you wanted them to eventually find you. You were scared in the beginning because of how unexpected this was but now youāre just as excited as you were when you first received that infamous phone call and recited all the lines with your boyfriend.
As soon as the call had ended, you clicked your flashlight off and snuck around in search of a hiding placeāwhich is roughly how you ended up where you are nowā¦
Now youāre left wondering who would find you first. Well, that and who the hell is under two of those masks. You suspect one of them is Gojo Satoru since thatās your boyfriendās best friend but the other guyā¦ youāre not too sure. Geto said you knew him but that still doesnāt help much.
Your boyfriend has a lot of friends that you know. Which one does he trust enough to let them have their way with you??
After maybe fifteen minutes of sitting in the tub, you start hearing someone outside the bathroom door. Footsteps shuffle by and you can tell the person went off into your kitchen. Then you hear the sounds of doors and cabinets opening, all of which make your breath hitch.
Itās so nerve-wracking and exciting waiting for someone to swing open the bathroom door. The footsteps soon pass it again and you let out the faintest sigh.
ā¦Only to hear those steps halt not too far off from the door. Then, they turn and your body stiffens up entirely as each thump against the hardwood floor draws closer and closer to the door. You canāt see it because of the shower curtains but, thereās a shadow at the bathroom door.
Then you hear a small clinking sound, followed by a very softā¦ thump? Almost as if someone were leaning against the bathroom door to listen.
It was so scarily exciting that you had to move a hand over your mouth to keep yourself as silent as possible. After which, itās all so very motionless.
Thereās no sound, safe for someone walking around upstairs, and you just know someoneās outside the bathroom door right now. Your heart sinks into your ass the moment you hear that doorknob turning torturously slow until itās lightly pushed open.Ā
Then, there are but two soft steps taken inside and you donāt hear it but the door is closed behind whoever just entered.
They could be coming in to just use the bathroomā¦ riiiight?
Thatās extremely naive of you to think but a girl can only hope. Another step is taken deeper into the bathroom and that soft clinking sound you heard before is getting louder. Itās faint, almost likeā¦ jewelry orā¦ necklaces slapping against one another gently. Jewelryā¦ Necklacesā¦ Which one of Getoās friends do you know wears a lot of jewelry...? Cāmon, think.
Necklacesā¦ rings maybeā¦ piercingsā
The very second it clicks in your brain who this might be, you practically flinch right out of your skin as you spot a knife slowly moving to slide the bathtub curtain open. As the curtain is pulled open, youāre met with the tilted head of someone in a Ghostface costume.
Your eyes are all wide on them and you genuinely have no idea where on your body this guy is looking but the mask is actually quite scary when itās all dark and neither of you is making any sudden movements.
His head slowly angles to the opposing direction, just like Ghostface often does in the movies, and you gulp loudly. The curtain is pinned to the wall by the knife in his hand and you think youāre sweating.
āScared?ā His voice is deep. Familiarly deep. It quickly confirms your suspicions of whoās face may be lying beneath that iconic mask.
With your eyes all frantic along whatās covering his face, noticing the bits of blood and cracks decorating it, you swallow thickly yet again. āChoso?ā Your voice is hardly above a whisper and the air feels so heavy with tension.
His hand moves away from the wall and the knife, which you hope is fake, is placed on the edge of the tub with a soft tapping noise emitting into the still air. Then he takes that same hand and lifts it to pull his mask up to the right side of his face, revealing his expression to you as he crouches down to your eye level. You quickly feel your fear die off and itās replaced withā¦ something else as you study his face. Thereās fake blood splattered on his skin, makeup extending the tattoo along the bridge of his nose, and piercings that stand out against his facial features.
āThe tub, really?ā He whispers to you, chuckling softly and flashing this kind smile at you that makes you feel overly warm inside. āSāthis the best you could do? Yāknow if I was a real killer youād be dead right now, right?ā Choso teases, all of his words kept in a low voice.
You roll your eyes and shift against the cold tub flooring, āI wouldnāt have hid in here if you guys were real killers, Iām not dumb.ā
His lips curve into this sexy yet lazy smirk and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. You had a thing for Choso way back before you started dating Geto and it seems as though your body hasnāt forgotten why. āYeahh?ā Choso chastises with another tilt of his head, āThink you would be the final girl?ā
Leaning forward a bit, you nod. āNo, I know I would.ā
Choso lets out a hum before biting his lower lip for a moment. Then, he lets it fall from in between his teeth and you think youāre in a trance. āOh sheās cocky, huh?ā He teases.
You smile at him and then push up to stand on your knees. Leaning all the way forward, you slowly reach for the knife and take it into your hands. Then you move to hold the tip of it right underneath his jaw and the sound of his breath hitching hits your ears just right.Ā
You openly stare at his lips and watch the way his smirk slowly transcends into a full cocky smile. āYāknow thatās not fake, right?ā Choso hushes out to you.
The knife is carefully caressing his skin as you trace it up slightly to his chin, āItās not?ā You ask innocently, placing your free hand on the edge of the tub and watching how he slowly moves to sit on his knees so that heās looking up at you.
His face is all pretty from this angle, big brown doe-eyes batting up at you so softly, such a pretty face of dark innocence presented before you. Whoās really the āvictimā hereāyou or him?
āNah,ā Choso whispers, āThatās a real knife.ā
āWhy would you carry around a real knife?ā You ask in an equally soft tone as your brows twist up in confusion.
He shrugs. āHonestly, I was gonna ask if you were into a bit of knife playā¦āĀ
His words make your mind stray away from the situation at hand. Your imagination is quick to push out ideas and all sorts of scenarios that could have occurred with this knife of his had you not looked so scared when he first saw youā¦
āAre you?ā The question in return makes Chosoās gaze flicker into something way more lustful than it was moments before.
He scoffs, āAm I? Why would I ask you about it if I wasnāt.ā
āSoā¦ What, you wanna cut my clothes off of somethinā?ā You ask carefully, steadily slipping the tip of the knife along his jawline.
Choso just barely nods his head in response.
āYāknow itās funny you say that and yet youāre the one on your knees with a knife held up to your chin right now.ā You point out with an all-knowing grin plastered all over your face.
Choso bites back a laugh. Itās cute that you think you have the upper hand here. āYou and I both know that could easily change in a matter of seconds.ā He claims.
And yāknow, maybe itās because you found yourself turned on by this whole game or maybe itās simply because you wanted to fuck Choso but either wayāyou do not shy away from testing that theory. All you said was a simple āprove itā and you found yourself in quite the position moments later.
It was one thing that Choso managed to easily gain a hold of the knife once more but it was another thing entirely that he was able to swiftly and quietly get you out of the tub and into his arms. All without even so much as grazing you with that sharp weapon too.
It was almost impressive, in all honesty.
Somewhere in the mix of all that, he ends up placing the knife down and soon has you sitting on the bathroom counter. Well, had you sitting on the bathroom counterāit quickly becomes a lot more than simply that.
Choso used that lilā knife of his to cut down the center of your (Getoās) shirt and was quick to have you all exposed to his overly greedy eyes. You were wearing nothing more than this lacy black set beneath that oversized shirt so it wasnāt much to get you unclothed.
One second he was cutting your shirt open and the next his lips were on yours. Then his pierced tongue was in your mouth and your arms were around his neck, tugging him closer to you and feeling his hard cock poking you through the thick layers of black clothes between you and him.
Which is exactly what led to the way you are currently.
Choso now has your legs spread wide open for him and his clothes are hardly even off, safe for the black cloak-like jacket that slipped off of his shoulders and the way his pants have been tugged down. Heās got on this black compression shirt and you spot the layered chains/necklaces hanging from around his throat that you heard earlier. Now leaning back slightly against the mirror behind you with your eyes set down between the two of you, youāre left watching the mean slap of Chosoās leaky cockhead against your clit.Ā
āCho,ā You whispered out pleadingly. Heād been doing this for the longestātapping his thick cock against your clit and then rubbing it from side to side against you, feeling the way you leak onto the counter below and hearing those faint whines escaping your throat.
Then he has the nerve to have the sluttiest expression on his half-revealed face, eyes all low-lidded and glued to your exposed pussy, bottom lip locked in between his teeth as he holds back his own breathy sounds of pleasure, and brows all tense as if heās not the one torturing the two of you like this. āShiiiit,ā Choso rasps out, sliding his cock down slowly and pressing his fat tip against your weeping hole. āSuguru was right, this pussy is sāfuckinā loud ān messyā¦ā He breathes.
Your lips are all parted and all you can do is pant softly as he lifts his tip away and then slaps it against your cunt again, listening to the shlick tapping sound that comes from your sex.
Almost in a daze, he glides his cock up and down your wet folds, āLook at herrr,ā Choso purrs, āAll wet fāme. Canāt believe heās lettinā us fuck you.ā His hips push forward a bit and you feel the way his heavy shaft glides against your cunt instead of inside like you so desperately want him to.
You have to suppress the needy whine that threatens to escape your throat, holding one hand slightly over your mouth. āChoso, please.ā You whisper beneath your palm.
He pulls his hips back and angles his tip back down to your entrance, pushing forward ever so slightly and teasing that tight ring of muscle, not trying to really push himself into you at all. āWhat is it, princess?ā Choso taunts, smirking as he lifts his eyes up to your face, āWant me to fuck you?ā
You throb at his words, nodding as if a second longer would have you pronounced dead. āPlease,ā You whine, trying your best to wiggle your hips forward.
Choso leans forward and moves his lips right up your ear, his breath all warm and tickly against your skin. āYeah? Yāwant my cock inside you that badly?ā He says with another faint push of his hips. Every word that leaves his lips has you dripping all over him.
Itās not until you move your hand away from your mouth and place it on the counter space behind you, and whisper, āYes Choso, just put it all the way in already, Iām losing my fuckinā m-mindā¦ā Your last word leaves a little shaky due to the way he suddenly moves a hand over your lips.
Pressing his palm against your mouth, you grow confused until you look over to the bottom of the bathroom door and see a shadow moving by. Yet another Ghostface was nearby.
Choso, not yet wanting to ruin his alone time with you, presses his lips further against your ear, and his other hand grips your thigh tightly. āMānot ready tāshare you yet so, be really fuckinā quiet fāme, alright?ā His warning confused you for half a second before you felt him roll his hips forward with a sharp snap at the end, stuffing you full with every hard inch of his cock in one go.
Your eyes tear up and your mouth hangs open under his hand, a strangled moan escaping your throat. Chosoās dick is so stupidly big, reminding you of your boyfriend in more ways than one. Unlike Geto though, Chosoās got this ruthless right curve and just drags against your sweet spot with every small movement he makes, the rest of his cock felt throbbing and twitching wildly against your sodden walls.
He lets out a choked grunt against your ear and you can feel him humping his cock deeper inside you with these small maddening little thrusts. āDoes he even fuck you? S-Shiiitā¦ā Choso lets his thoughts be vocalized against the crown of your ear and you only squeeze around his girthy shaft. āSāfuckinā tight.. God-, fu-uckā¦ā His voice has this pretty lilā crack at the end that makes you soak his cock even more, sloppy juices leaking all out from where the two of you are connected.
Choso has to tug his hips back a bit and he completely forgets that he recently heard someone walking by the bathroom as he mindlessly thrusts right back into you. Your eyes meet the back of your skull and you groan into his palm. The wet gurgles and squelches from your pussy are what draws attention to the bathroom, if any.
Which is something you canāt even control, especially not with the way Choso goes from short grunts in your ear to moaning delightedly against your skin and fucking his thick cock into your sinfully warm cunt. Deep and almost passionate strokes are made into you and he canāt help but rid his hand from your mouth at some point. Moving it back to your thighs, he sprawls your legs out even wider so his cock can dig deeper into you.
With your jaw still hanging open, the sounds of him fucking you against the counter slowly grow louder and louder. Youāre trying not to moan but itās so hard with himāChoso knows how to use his cock all too well and his eyes are studying your face so he knows where exactly he should be thrusting. Just the slightest shift of his hips causes drool to leak from the corner of your lips and that makes him flash this fucked-out little smile.
Choso leans up closer and his body sandwiches against yours for a moment. You swear you can feel his angry cockhead prodding at your guts because fuck is he in there deep. Not to mention how orgasmic it is to feel him drag his pierced tongue against your chin, lapping up the mess of drool from your face before shoving the muscle into your mouth and forcing you to suck on it.
That leaves your moaning drowned out for a bit and Choso takes the opportunity to pound himself into you like a damn madman. Your legs quickly begin to feel like jello in his hands and you couldnāt even focus on sucking on his tongue anymore. Then, he pulls his mouth away, just barely, and the two of you are staring deep into each otherās eyes as his pace gets faster. His hips are so sharp against you and you can feel his weighty balls slapping against your ass with every mean and pronounced thrust.
Your breath mingles with one another and youāre both so fucked out that you donāt even realize youāre a lot louder now until you spot the bathroom door cracking open in your peripherals. It barely makes a sound as itās pushed open slightly and all you see is yet another person wearing a Ghostface maskāthe sight alone and the clear eye contact you make with them leading straight to your orgasm.
The second Ghostface stands motionless, doing nothing more than watching the blissful way your eyes lull to the back of your head and you release this sweet moan of Chosoās name. Choso, oblivious to being watched right now, is so close to emptying himself inside you.
āF-Fuck,ā He huffs, tipping his head back and looking up to the ceiling for a moment. āSo tightā¦ Iām gonna c-cum if you keep squeezinā me like that.ā His voice fluctuates here and there but by the time your eyes roll back into place, the bathroom door is shut and that second Ghostface is now standing right behind Choso.
You flinch and Choso chokes out a grunt at how tightly you just clenched around his cock. The second Ghostface is slow to lift his mask up a bit, only revealing his mouth with this recognizable snake bite piercing that has your cunt gripping onto Choso even tighter. Then, the man leans to Chosoās ear and practically scares him into cumming inside you.
āWhat do we have here, hm?ā Gojo whispers, making Chosoās hips stutter against you. He then reaches a gloved hand around Choso and your neglected clit is met with his thumb swatting over it, āCanāt believe you found her first. Sānot fairā¦ā Gojo hums softly with a slight pout.
You have this dumbfounded look all over your face and you may be fucked out of your mind but you swear Chosoās cock is almost harder inside you. The two of you curse in unison as Gojo rotates his thumb against your clit in a sensual circle motion, making you clench again and Choso rolls his gaze backāonly the whites of his eyes visible to you.
āK-Keep rubbinā her like that,ā Choso pants with a soft moan. āSheās so fucking tightā¦ Iām gonna die in here, s-shit.ā He curses dramatically.
Gojo flicks his thumb upwards against your clit with a nasty trickle of your slick oozing out onto Chosoās cock. āYouāre not gonna die, Cho,ā He says in a chastising tone with a smile on his face, taking his free hand to pull his mask further up so that you can see his eyes.Ā
You watch the way Gojo looks over Chosoās shoulder and stares at Chosoās lengthy cock disappearing in and out of your slobbering pussy. Gojo feels his own dick throb against his pants, pressing himself a bit closer to Choso and moving to talk into his ear. āI mean look at her,ā Gojo directs, leading to Choso focusing his hazy gaze onto your face. āYouāre already fucking her to tears, youāre not gonna die, heh. Youāre fuckinā her good.ā
That last praise is what causes Choso to slump forward against you and roll his hips harshly against youāfollowed by which is a thick spurt of cum as he finishes inside you with a broken groan pouring from his lips. All as Gojo keeps his thumb on your clit, despite his hand getting squished in between you and Chosoās body.Ā
Then Gojo smirks and leans in toward Choso again, āThere yaā go, good boy. Let it all out inside her. Jusā like thatā¦āĀ
You donāt think youāve ever been thisā¦ ruined before in your life. Watching Gojo tease and praise Choso like that while you were still being fucked and your clit was being stimulated led to you abruptly squirting. Chosoās cock slips right out of you and Gojo removes his hand just so that both of them could watch you let out that filthy lilā stream.
Chosoās completely out of it as he watches your pussy spasm wildly. āHolyā¦ā He whispers, hardly able to finish the rest of his statement.
Gojo clicks his tongue, āSuguru didnāt tell us you were a squirter. Or, has he never made you do that before?ā He asks, slowly lifting his eyes up to your face.
You look like youāre about to pass out, your body all sweaty as you lean back against the mirror again and pant heavily. āHeā¦ hah, f-fuck, h-he has.ā You squeak out softly.
Gojo hums before looking back down, allowing Choso to step (stumble) back slightly past him so he can catch his breath. Then, once Choso is completely out of the way and the space between your legs is left vacantāGojo lets out an alarming chuckle.
He watches the way Chosoās cum dribbles out of your overstimulated cunt, glob after glob leaking out so prettily that Gojo canāt help but crouch down to get a closer look. Your eyes lazily follow his snowy head of hair and watch as his face is repositioned in between your spread legs. He moves his gloved thumb to your pussy lips and sloshes that mix of you and Chosoās cum around against you.Ā
Then, Gojo flicks his gaze up to you and you gulp. He looks you dead in the eyes before spreading your lips further apart with his thumb and leaning forward. Your jaw drops in shock as Gojo cups his mouth against your pussy and suckles the mess from Choso into his mouth.
You whine, āS-Satoruāoh, w-wait,ā Youāre left gasping as you shoot a hand down to his hair and grip him tightly.
Gojo groans deeply and you feel his tongue lap against your saturated cunt leisurely. Moving up and down in a sloppy filthy manner, your legs are trembling while Gojo cleans you up casually.Ā
Chosoās sitting on the nearby toilet seat now, batting his lashes at Gojos actions in shock. āSatoru youā¦ you know I justāā
āMhmm,ā Gojo mumbles into your pussy, pulling his lips back just barely to allow a cool slap of air to hit you. Then, he swallows. āYou both taste really,ā Gojo leans back in to kiss your cunt, āMmphā¦ fuckinā sweet.ā He murmurs against you before slithering his tongue inside you.
Your back arches and your legs move to close around his head as your fingers tug desperately on his locks of hair. āSātoru,ā You mumble, āFuck. Pleaseā¦ mgh, n-needaā break. I-I canātāā
Gojo tilts his head and smiles into your honeyed slick, āSweetheart,ā He rasps against you, suckling on your taste for a moment longer before pulling off with a wet pop! āI jusā got here ān you want a break from me already?ā He says, pushing out his bottom lip to pout. āThatās so mean.ā
Before you even get the chance to argue with that, heās diving right back in and eating you out like a man staved. Sucking, licking, kissing, spittingāGojoās between your legs in some kind of trance as he drools all over his current meal. Heās such a messy eater too, his actions quickly leading to the lower half of his face being coated with remnants of you.
After a bit, Choso seems to have collected himself and heās soon standing up. His pants have been hastily pulled up and youāre too lost in the overstimulation Gojoās giving you to realize Choso is approaching you too. When your eyes lift, you see Choso with his Ghostface mask back over his face and his phone held in his right hand.
Cocking his head to the side, he looms closer to Gojo and sneaks a, now gloved, hand into his bright white tufts of hair, prying his mouth away from your cunt with a harsh tug. You watch with teary eyes as Choso holds his phone up to Gojoās face, and hums out a low, āSmile.ā With the voice changer turned on.
Gojo sparks a toothy grin and his expression is all high in pleasure. He looks faded out of his mind, simply off of eating you out alone. The flash from Chosoās phone lights up the bathroom and within the picture he just took, only your legs are visible dangling over Gojoās shoulders. Theyād just recreated that infamous photo you see around this time of year all over your socials. Usually, the victim would be laid out stomach first on the floor and Ghostface would tug their head up by their hair but, this definitely works too.
āAttaā boy,ā Choso praises after heās taken the desired amount of pictures.Ā
Gojo looks up to you and heās pretty sure he can see little hearts in your eyes as you glance back and forth between him and Choso. āYou donāt mind, do yaā? We wanna have somethinā to remember this by,ā He tells you.
You simply shake your head no and both of the men in front of you smile. Choso then nods his head a little before using his grasp on Gojoās hair to shove him back down in between your legsāearning a surprised hum from your throat and a muffled groan from Gojoās.Ā
Despite the little Surprise, Gojo gets back to work with his mouth and you end up leaning forward a bit in surprise. Choso moves over to the side a bit and he feels you drop a hand to Gojoās head to give him a light push away so he can ease up on you. In contrast to this, Choso steals your attention by wrapping a free hand of his around your throat. Your eyes shoot up to him and youāre met with the eyes of Ghostface since heās got the mask back on.
Purposefully, he does that head tilt again. So slowly does it tip to the side as Gojoās teeth graze your clit, causing you to let out a pleasureful yelp. āFuck!ā You gasp, to which Choso removes his hand from Gojoās hair.
Creeping up along your body, Choso grabs a greedy handful of your breast before leaning in. āThat was loud, princess. Youāre gonna get us all caught,ā He snickers to you.
Your bottom lip quivers and you think the sight of it makes Choso feel bad. He takes his hand off of your tits for just a second to pull his mask up and then returns his gasp. Both of you have the same idea in mind but itās you that reaches for him this time, tugging him in so that his lips can meet yours again.
And then itās just sloppy from there on out. Anyone with ears could walk past that bathroom, or anywhere down stairs for that matter, and hear the sliding of lips over one another followed by gurgled gasps and barely muffed goans. Chosoās making out with you while he plays with your tits in his hands and Gojoās still lost in between your legs.
Your whole body feels like itās on fire and your head is beginning to spin from how good you feel everywhere. It only gets worse when the two start muttering praises out to you.
Dragging his lips down to your chest, Choso hushes out these elated whispers, āCāmon pretty girl, donāt tap out on us jusā yet.ā
Then thereās Gojo who moves to suck on your inner thigh. āYeahh, donāt tap out. Let us make you feel good, baby.ā He hums into your skin.
The counter beneath your ass is a slippery wet mess just like the bottom of Gojo's face and all the way down his neck with the way he let your juices trickle along his skin as he ate. All three of you get a little lost in the moment for quite some time. So much that you all seem to forget thereās supposed to be a third Ghostface.
Who, unknowingly, ends up silently opening the bathroom door and catching the way his two friends have his girlfriend all spread out ān ruined like some slut. Geto swore he almost came in his pants at the sight alone. You donāt seem to notice heās standing there and youāre the only one facing him. His eyes are all over your wet expression, watching and listening to you moan two other guyās names.
He didnāt even want to say anything. Geto just wanted to remain where he was and watch because lord knows if he joins in he wonāt last longer than a few seconds. So, he does exactly thatāgoing completely unnoticed there for a while.Ā
Up until Gojo pulls his mouth off of you for a second. He looks up to see Choso decorating your chest in hot kisses and wet hickies, the two of you constantly making eye contact with one another before he moves his lips to yours again. Fuck just watching you two was hot. So hot that it makes Gojo wonder where the hell his best friend is at and why heās missing out on all this.
Which is what leads to him turning around to glance back at the bathroom entrance, quickly spotting Geto standing there leaning against the door frame. Well, shit. Itās in that moment that Gojo realizes he sees the appeal in the whole Ghostface thing because fuck is his best friend just as hot as everything and everyone else in this damn room.
After Gojo, youāre the next person to realize your boyfriend is now present, and then Choso seconds later. Each of you have this face as if youād been caught doing something you werenāt supposed to but that little detail is irrelevant given how Geto could care less about how he was the last to find you. And sure, he may have watched you run into the bathroom earlier and couldāve gone in there to scare you a while ago but, watching Choso and Gojo eventually find you and then listening to them interact with you from outside the bathroom was far more entertaining.
ā
So, one thing led to another andā¦
You find yourself laid out in your bed all over again, this time accompanied with three men. Geto was the first to get himself situatedāseating himself not too far away from the bed and telling you to āput on a show for himā.
By this point, who were you to even question him? If Gojo and Choso were leading things before, they damn sure arenāt now because itās you whoās ordering them around and letting them know where you want them. Starting with you on all fours, showing off that arch that Geto has had you perfect over the years. Then your legs part slowly and Gojoās behind you in a trance as he watches you move a hand to spread your cunt open for him.
āYou spoil us, sweetheart,ā Gojo rasps in a low pitch, voice slightly hoarse from how long heād gone without talking earlier.Ā
You wanted to focus on him some more but a pair of fingers are placed on your chin and your face is quickly redirected to the second man of need. The moment your head turns, youāre met with Chosoās fat cockhead right in front of your face. Batting your lashes, youāre slow to look all the way up to him and see the way heās smirking down at you.
āāCould get off on that look alone, yāknow.ā Choso comments deeply in reference to your wide glossed over eyes and how close his tip is to your lips.
Gojoās behind you frowning at the way Choso stole your attention yet again. In an attempt to, at least, have your mind on him once more, Gojo simply pushes his hips forward and eyes the sloppy part of your pussy spread against his pink tip. He hears it, Choso hears it, they all hear the way you gasp softly. Itās like theyāre all hyper aware of every sound or slight movement you make.
Immediately after, your hips are wiggling back and Gojoās quick to palm the fats of your ass. āFinally givinā me some attention now, huh?ā He quips.
You pull away from Chosoās touch just to look back at Gojo. āSuguru shouldāve told you guys, I hate beinā teased.ā The way you force yourself back on him not even a second after that last word is leaving your lips has Gojoās jaw falling and his fingers curling into your skin.
āW-Woah sweets, you couldāve warned me f-firstā¦ā He stammers, eyes dropping down to your greedy cunt swallowing up his lengthy inches of cock like itās nothing. Gojo had to bite back a whine as he listened to the syrupy squelches that came with each backward push of your hips. āFuuck, donāt stop. Give it tāme, baby.ā
Gojo doesnāt even have to move yet and youāre already letting off a shaky moan, driving your hips back carefully and feeling him fill up every inch of your cunt. Heās all dazed while he watches his aching cock delve deep inside you, inch by inchāyou take him like you were fuckinā made for him.Ā
The man is just dazed. He understands why Choso said he was gonna die earlier becuase fuckinā hell heās not even all the way in yet and youāre already clamping around his veiny shaft with no intention of ever letting go. And the goddamn arch you have, they way your ass looks all pretty backing up against himā
Gojoās thrusting forward before he even realizes he is and his hands slide up to your hips to hold you nice ān steady. Your legs shake and your jaw mirrors his with the way it just hangs open. Then thereās your eyes and the way they roll back, a delicious moan exiting from deep within your throat.
He definately fucks you harder than Choso was earlier because you can feel his cock everywhereāhe has you so stupidly full and dumb on his dick within seconds, landing a mean hand down onto your ass amid his thrusts.
āOhh fuck, Suguru yāhad this pussy all to yourself all this time?ā Gojo grunts. āā¦S-Selfish bastard.ā
Gojoās hands are arguably slimmer than your boyfriends but his grip on you is just the same. Hence why you canāt do anything as he tugs you back to meet his rough pounding. Hell, all youāre left with is a brain full of nothing as your head turns to face forwards and you unconsciously look up at a stunned Choso.
His hand is wrapped around his cock and despite being right in front of your face, heās definitely jerking off to they way Gojoās fucking you (or maybe just to Gojo himself, who knows). When Choso does look down, you see his brows twist up and his lips part.
Your mouth is already hanging open so clearly youāre silently offering to help him, right? Which is why he angles himself toward your gape mouth and grunts, āOpen up fāme pretty girl, nice ān wideā¦ā
And you do, widening your mouth for him to slide his cock in steadily. Choso hisses at the sensation, the underside of his cock gliding down the center of your slobbering wet tongue so lewdly that it makes his teeth grind together. God, if you werenāt every bit of perfect like this. He watches the way his dick fills your mouth and feels how ridiculously tight your throat is as he eases his hips forward.
Almost in unison, Gojo and Choso and up tossing their heads backāone letting out a guttural groan and the other releasing a sweet moan. Youāre soaked just about everywhere. Your pussy is sobbing and dripping around Gojoās cock and your mouth is hardly any better with the way drool is dribbling down from your chin and onto the bed.
All as your boyfriend is losing his ever loving mind.Ā
Geto came twice in his hand already and yet heās still bucking his hips up into his fist. Heās never been this hard in his life. Something about watching you get absolutely ravaged by his two friends just make his dick throb in ways he cannot explain. You look perfect too, so damn angelic despite the rather sinful situation youāre in. Thereās a creamy mess of cum slicked up and down Getoās length from the thick tip to his base.
Youāre busy getting fucked to tears (again) by Gojo and Choso, one of which has a heavy hand on your head encouraging your throat further around his curved cock and the other keepās snapping his hips against your ass with his weighty balls grazing your clit every now and then.Ā
Youāre all so screwed. This is like something straight out of a damn porno and yet you didnāt care. Hell, you could hardly fathom enough thoughts at the moment to care.
And of course all three of them are just babbling all sorts of things to you, teasing you, taunting you, making you dizzy with pleasure.
Gojoās back there spreading your ass apart and watching how wet youāve gotten his dick, smiling sinfully at the sight. āLook at this pretty girl,ā He grunts, āTakinā my cock so. fucking. well. ungh.ā
Then thereās Choso, nodding along as if he agrees with Gojoās groaned words. His fingers are buried into your hair and by this point heās fucking your face at the same rate Gojoās fucking your cunt. āHer throatās even betterāshit. Yāshould see how her lips look wrapped around me right now. Especially when I get,ā Choso pauses just to give his hips one tortuously slow push, making you deepthroat his angry cockhead. āRight here, f-fuck.ā
Again, Getoās on the side just losing himself at the moment. You make the mistake of glancing over at him and his eyes lock with yours. Getoās bottom lip is quivering and you watch his hand jerk himself off faster, his legs shifting open and closed as he overstimulates himself. Some nerve you had to look at him as if you donāt have two cocks inside you right now.
āMāgonna cum,ā Getoās muttering to himself over and over in some fucked-out little mantra.Ā
Watching his head toss back and the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down is probably one of the sexiest sights. The Ghostface mask is all pulled up and his hair is splayed out in a mess of strands.
You end up gagging around Choso when Gojo hits your sweet spot for the sixth time in a row, your fingernails clawing against the sheets below. Thatās all it takes for Choso to pull out and come undone all over your face without warning. In his defense, he wasnāt expecting your throat to tighten around him like that so suddenlyā¦
Getoās not too far behind, cumming in thick ropes with a sexy groan of your name leaving his lipsāa sight you barely get to see because then Gojoās leaning over you and your torso is suddenly pressed down against the bed for a moment. Then, youāre tugged up by a harsh grasp of your hair and Gojoās fucking you even rougher than he was before, pressing his lips right against your ear.
āFuckinā slut,ā He degrades so suddenly, wraping a free hand around your waist just to swat a finger over your clit again. āLook at this mess,ā Oh, heās just mean all of a sudden. Gojo lets go of your hair and turns your face toward him, leaning in andā¦ licking the remnants of Chosoās release off of your face, again.
Your breath hitches and you wish you could have said something snarky but then youāre shoved right back down onto the bed. Gojo shifts his gaze to Choso, who flinches at the sudden eye contact, and then motions for him to come closer.
Once he does, Gojo grabs him by the jaw and pulls him in. āOpen your mouth,ā He breathes out hotly.
Choso bats his lashes at the man but doesnāt hesitate, parting his lips and taking the extra step as to sticking his tongue out. Gojo spits right onto the center of it and then smirks, āGood boy, now swallow it ān taste yourself fāme.āĀ
Itās right about then that you release for the nth time of the night, followed by you squirting again due to the exchange you just heard between those two men. Then, as you wait for the stars in your vision to clear out, you hear Choso gulp loudly.
Half-way smiling to himself, Choso scoffs. āGuess you were rightā¦ I do taste pretty sweet.ā
What better of an official initiation into your sorority at your new college than having Fratboy Satoru's long, veiny cock inside your hole, and Fratboy Sukuna's thick, pierced cock down your throat?
"Hah, pass me that shit Satoru," Sukuna holds his hand out for the rolled blunt, Satoru passes it to him, smoke rising as he slams his cock inside your cunt, moaning.
"Fuck, she's gonna squirt hah," Satoru pinches your cheek as he leans over you, slamming his cock hard when you pull off Sukuna's cock for a breath. "How do you like your new college, sweetheart?"
"Mnh," how can you talk when he's throbbing inside you, his tip kissing your cute, puffy lil cervix? The alcohol on his breath when he kisses Sukunas pre right off your lips.
"Fuck you're nasty," Sukuna's chuckling, stroking his pierced cock, pre spurting from his reddened tip. "Let her hit it, don't be stingy."
"Do you smoke, sweets? Aw are you fucked dumb already?" You manage to nod, and Satoru grins, slamming inside you again. "Words, use your words."
"I smoke," you manage to murmur, Satoru lifts you on your knees with his huge cock inside you, Sukuna's tattooed hand feels that bulge, making his cock twitch.
"Look at that, we're too big for you," Sukuna tilts your chin up, his cock drizzling pre on your tummy as he holds the blunt to your lips. "Suck. That's it. Take a good hit, hold it in."
you hold the smoke in your mouth, Sukuna sucks it right from your lungs, tongue messy as it toys with yours, Satoru's fingers are pinching your twitchy clit, making you jolt, so fucking full of him you can't take it. "Mnh!"
"You like that sweetheart?" Satoru takes the blunt from Sukuna, red all around his pretty blue irises from the weed and the liquor, inhaling it and turning your head to him. "Words, remember baby."
"I do, l-love it," you murmur softly, making Sukuna chuckles when Satoru blows smoke into your mouth, you suck it into your lungs, already feeling dizzy.
"Pass your pretty body around like this blunt," Satoru says, nipping at your lip. "Want us to use you?"
You swallow and nod again, Satoru's lifted you off him just for Sukuna to glide his huge cock on your slit, the barbell dragging on your soft spot when he glides in. "Oh fuck, brat loosen up."
"Ngh!" Satoru's handing the blunt back to Sukuna, his cock dripping you as he tugs at your hair in one hand, pushing on the back of your head to guide his cock into your mouth, you drool when the tip presses on your uvula, making tears prick your eyes. you're just so fucking full of their cocks.
"I did stretch her out, she was so tight before it was fuckin' strangling me," he chuckles, before whimpering, right when Sukuna bottoms out as deep as he can go, your walls are gripping him so tight he's whimpering himself.
"Fuck," he groans, sucking the blunt into his lungs as he slams into you over and over, heavy balls smacking and thwacking in the boys dorm room at the frat house. "That's it, taking it s'good for us."
Bras and panties are all lined up - mementos.
Beer bottles littering the dresser.
Yet you can't be bothered to care when you're squirting all over Sukuna's cock with a whine and a messy squelch. "Oh f-fuck, look at that mess - hah. Slutty lil' cunt."
Satoru has you deep throating his cock, sucking in a breath through his teeth as you gag on it, the blunt smaller by the minute as he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger. "Where'd you learn to deepthroat like that? Think I'm jealous."
"Mmph!" They chuckle at your attempt at an answer, Sukuna's reaching around and pressing you further on Satoru's cock, his fingers toying your clit.
"Cum again, brat, wanna see how much you squirt, make a whole mess of Satoru's bed."
"I'll lick it right off," Sukuna snorts and rolls his eyes, toying your clit until you scream around Satoru, he sucks in a breath. "Oh f-fuck... that's it, shit..."
Satoru's busting inside your throat, egged on my your orgasm making you swallow around him. Sukuna hands him the blunt as you suck greedily, all his salty cum down your throat. Your nose is flush with the white hair on his pelvis, Sukuna's rolling his hips mean.
"Gonna fuckin' cum in your slutty hole, fuck ya want that?" He smacks each ass cheek, earning you arching for it more. "There you go, fuckin arch f'me just like that."
Sukuna busts his load as Satoru's cock softens ever so slightly, he's brushing your hair back almost gentle, Sukuna's white ropes coating your walls. You're a trembling mess when he pulls out, cock dripping on Satoru's digimon sheets, soaking the poor little characters. He laughs softly, brushing a hand up your spine.
"Took it like you're made for it," he murmurs, nipping your shoulder blade and stuffing that cum back in your hole, as Satoru pulls you right off his cock. "Keep it in."
"H-how?" You ask, whimpering as he plugs you full of his cum, the two men flipping you on your back, handing you the remaining little blunt that's left.
"Take a hit baby," Satoru grins down at you, Sukuna's already between your thighs, tongue lapping up the squirt that dripped down them.
"You're..." You trail off, sucking the blunt from Satoru's fingers, as Sukuna's own push that milky cum back inside. "Ah!"
"M'gonna eat it out of you," Sukuna's tongue ring hits your slit and makes you jolt, Satoru puts out the blunt, leaning forward and kissing you messy, drooling into your mouth.
"Then I'm gonna pump you full of mine sweetheart," he nuzzles your nose all cute like he's not a freak. "Eat mine out of your cute hole. Hah, maybe both of them?"
"Both - ngh!" Sukuna's already lapping his own cum out of your hole fucking greedy, Satoru's hand is wrapping your throat, making you dizzy as he squeezes.
"Mhm, don't worry we'll clean up all our mess."
****
ahem - next will be janitor Toji, emo geto then prof nanami <3
āāthus, during this stage of ovulation it is natural to experience a surge in the luteinizing hormone (LH), which heightens the desire toā¦ā Gojo trails off.
Youāre looking up from your notes, just in time to catch him pushing his glasses up his ruddied face. Hands shaking. Breaths heavy. You tilt your head in confusion, āWhich heightens the desire to what, Satoru?ā
āYou knowā¦ā
Youāre shaking your head with a laugh, āIsnāt that why I begged you to become my tutor?ā
āIt increases the desire for ahā¦an interplay of intimacy from whichā¦blossoms the natural by-product of aā¦umāā His voice cracks. And seeing your look of concern, Gojo lets out a stabilizing breath and tries again, āTheā¦the birds and the bees?āĀ
āAh!ā Stifling a giggle, āYou mean it heightens the desire to get pregnant.āĀ
And you take your sweet, sweet time jotting it down in your notes - long enough that Gojo Satoru hopefully calms down-
āā¦Do you feel it?ā
āWhat?ā
āDo you feel the desire to get pregnant?ā
The pen clatters out of your hand.
āW-wait, Iāll get it!ā Gojo stammers out, disappearing beneath the long library table before you can say anything. His head of angelic white hair contrasts against the sleek mahogany, so at odds with the devilish question thatād just left his mouth - so perhaps it was only so fitting that when Gojo sunk in to get your penā¦you could feel his soft hair graaaaaze against your thigh-
You shiver- sweeping a look around at the bored university students to make sure that nobody saw. Or overheard.Ā
And in the next second, heās coming back up.
āI believe this is yours.ā Gojoās lips tremble in shyness, flushed as if youād just thrown him into a furnace. He holds the pen out gingerly towards you, which you take - along with a moment to inspect him. Admire him, more like.
Gojo Satoru.
Human Calculator.
A++ being the lowest grade heād ever gotten.
Pigs would fly before he didnāt take the #1 spot on the Deanās List.
It didnāt need to be said that Gojo Satoru was one of the sharpest minds on campus - yes, perhaps even amongst the professors. For youād seen Yaga hold him back after class on more than one occasion to become marvelled by his physics thesis.Ā
But that wasnāt where the problem lay.
The problem lay in the fact that not only was Gojo one of the smartest men youāve ever met - but he was one of the cutest, too. That snow-white hair and ice-blue eyes made it impossible not to spot him amongst a crowd - always a few heads taller than everyone else, always crushing some textbook to his chest.
Thick glasses. Fast steps.
He nervously avoided eye contact in the hallways, and itād taken you multiple tries to successfully tap at his shoulder and get his attention. Earlier in the semester, youād pleaded your case to Gojo about how youād been getting absolutely abysmal grades in Yagaās class lately. After that itād only taken you a little poking and prodding (ādo it for the love of science!ā) to successfully convince the nerdy boy to tutor you once a week.Ā
Though he was blushing and fidgeting throughout the entire interactionā¦
The tutoring became a routine. The routine became a rhythm. The rhythm became a relationship that youād honestly consider to be good friends.
Through these sessions you discovered that Gojo became rather talkative when he wanted to be, rather sweet, rather funny. And you werenāt blind to his good looks either, of courseā¦In less than a semesterās time, you reached one of the top five spots in Yagaās class. Despite that, the two of you continued your little tutoring sessions in your back corner of the library every week like normal.
Well, normal except for right now-
āThank you.ā Youāre belatedly saying, gesturing at the pen.
To which Gojo scratches behind his neck sheepishly, āItās no problem, of course!ā He flushes even deeper the moment you turn your eyes towards him, looking as though he wished to sink into the light blue ocean of his sweater. āAnd about what I said earlier-ā His pale brows scrunch together in a way that made him look adorably pleading. ā-forget about it. Forget I ever asked something so-ā
āI do.ā
He snaps his azure eyes towards you at your interruption, twinkling behind his glasses. āP-pardon?ā
āWhat you asked me.ā Youāre leaning over the table, the neckline of your shirt dipping juuust a tadāand you watch as Gojo gulps when his eyes flicker down. Unable to help himself. āI do feel the desire to get fucked pregnant sometimes.ā
Gojo flinches at the way youād worded it, prominent Adamās apple bobbing. āSometimes?āĀ
āSometimes when I ovulate. Sometimes just in general on those late nights, I guess.ā Your eyes hone in on the squirming man, āThough that depends on who Iām thinking of at the time.ā
āThinking of whoād be the-ā
āThe father, yes.ā
Pushing his glasses up with jittery hands. āAnd have you ever thought ofā¦ā His question trails off, voice sounding as parched as if heād just run several marathons in the scorching heat. And he was burning up just as much.
You cock your head to the side, āYou?ā He jolts at the mere word.
Only nodding.
āWould you be upset if I said yes?ā
Only shaking his head.
And then Gojo mutters something underneath this breath that you donāt quite pick up on.
āWhat was that, Satoru?ā
When Gojo looks at you once more, you notice that his eyes are blown wide. Dazed. Daydreaming. Beads of perspiration form on his upper lip as he stutters, voice oddly high. āI said- youāre set to ovulate in about t-two to three days from now.ā Your mouth drops a littleādidnāt that lilā app on your phone say the same thing just yesterday? How did he know? Under the table, Gojoās knuckles were pure white and gripping his knees. āI ah- one time you were late to a session because of your cramps. And ever since then I always sort ofā¦kept track, you see.ā
Your eyes widen- so that was how Gojo always somehow knew to sneak your favorite sugary treats into the library on the days of your period. You did begin to wonderā¦
āIā¦I see.ā
āYou see.ā
You cock your head at him, āAnd do men feel the same desire?ā
He whispers, āDepending on the personā¦ā
āDo you?ā
āYes.ā Like the most sinful confession.
Without a word youāre reaching out and tugging his notebook towards you. His breath hitches as he watches you flip between pages of neat handwriting - lessons curated just for you - before pausing at the very end of it.
Youāre biting back a smile at the way heād scribbled your name over and over on the last page, hearts doodled around each one. You writeā-The pregnancy list.
1. Gojo Satoru.
āWh-what are you doing?ā
āEvery good experiment has an apparatus list.ā Youāre looking up at Gojo with a sly smile, āYou taught me that.ā
Certainly not like this. āI did, but-ā He looks around as though someone in the library would walk by and see what youāre writing.
āAnd every good experiment has material considerations, too, right?ā
āW-well, yes, butā¦ā
You continue to write.
1. Gojo Satoru.
Super cute
Probably a big D
Secret freak (tracked ovulation!??)
However has no experience (not quite a con?) and no place to fuck in (single bed + has a roommate, Geto)
āHmm, how do you feel about being the independent variable?ā You tap your pen on your chin.
Gojo whips his confused blue eyes towards you, a tiny furrow between his white brows. āWhat do youā¦ā
āThe independent variable.ā Just in time, youāre looking up to catch the sight of a certain black-haired man entering the library. And you know who it is instantly - there was no man quite as pretty as him on campus. Handsome, sure. But this pretty? It was your best friend, someone youād met in your first year and knew even before you knew Gojo. āJust like youāre tutoring me now, Satoru, havenāt you ever thought of someone-ā His silver piercings glinting in the daylight. His stylishly tattered Sex Pistols t-shirt showing off toned skin. His lips stretching into a feline grin as he spots the two of you. ā-tutoring you?ā
Something electric runs down Gojoās body, and heās just about to turn and look behind when-
Geto Suguru throws an arm over his best friendās shoulders and tackles him into a headlock, winking at you. āHard at work, gorgeous?ā
You nod, because the one thing about lists was that when you started oneāyou just wanted to keep on adding to it.
2. Geto Suguru.
Fucking PRETTY
RingsĀ
In a band
Already super close friends. Two in one go??
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āC-could you keep your panties on, sweetheart?ā Gojo blushes as he stutters out the words. Heās looking down between your legs and slidinā a thumb between your pussylips, collecting the slick syrup gathered on top of your light blue underwear.Ā
You raise a brow, āI didnāt think youād be the type to have a panty fetish, Satoru.ā Maybe you were right about him secretly being a freakā¦
āItās just- theyāre the same color as my eyes.ā Those very same blue irises peak out at you above the rim of his glasses, partially fogged with condensation. āM-makes me think that weāre havingā¦a boy in nine months or something like that. Maybe twins. A boy and a girl?ā
Your jaw drops, āOh-ā
And itās the only noise youāre managing to get out before Gojo slots his pretty pink cockhead between your legs. Just letting the thick curvature of it press aside your pussyās folds before heās ruttingālike an animal.Ā
Gojo was just painfully hard already, swollen with need, bursting out in bouts of precum that left your thighs all wet. He was just so excitedāheād damn near cried once he managed to get you sprawled out on a bed that wasnāt yours. One of his doughy pink thumbs swipinā your underwear to the side and getting a goooood long look at that pussy of yours-
āN-nghāā His eyes fall shut, entire body shuddering at the sensation of your pussy throb-throb-throbbing away beneath him. Erection sliding down your front. Sandwiched by your cunt. Gojo Satoru - always so eloquent, always so intelligent with his words - can only heave his body forward and whimper- āS-scientifically, the presence of your panties wonāt be a haaah- limitation in me breeding your pussy, right?ā
āWhat are you even askingā¦āĀ Youāre blinking up at him, āSatoru, youāre not seriously that pussydrunk, are y-ā
āOh lookā¦ā Gojoās eyes widen as he watches a webbed line of his own precum slide down your slit, and that only leaves his sharp mind racing. āScientifically, can your pussy talk, sweetheart? Because your unica mucosa vaginae is sounding like she wants me already.ā
And then follows the utterly sloppiest squelch as Gojo pushes his thickened tip at your sensitive hole and starts to puuuushā
Your cute tutor had been the first one to take off his boxers - and it really was true what they say about nerdy boys beingā¦bigger.
He was about nine entire inches, and the most adorable rosy pink at his tip - one that matched the blush on his face. Only growing more and more, thicker and thicker, every time he was swipinā his velvety shaft between your folds and trying to fit inside.
Pushing and pushing.
Stretching out your quivering orifice.
Gojo was just so sensitiveāyouād asked him earlier whether this was his first time, and the nerdy boy had only blushed and mumbled something incoherent. Though his cap of precum that just kept on pouring out told you everything you needed to know - even now he was squeezing just the barest inch of his tip into your hole and groaning. Twitching.Ā
āO-ohāā His pre-glossed tip slips out of your hole and slides-slides down the middle of your pussylips, āFuck- I need at least the urethral meatus inside to successfully breed you, sweetheart. N-need to be inside your pussyā¦ā
āYou really wanna knock me up, huh?ā Youāre whining out.
āSo badly.ā Almost shyly. Gojo can only let a dopey smile stretch across his lips at the notion, sounding out-of-breath already. Heās keeping his thumb hooked on your panties, urging his hips closer with the most sinful sounds. āS-soooo fucking badly.ā
Just draaaaawling out his agonizing groan as he shovels his thickened shaft between your pussylips. Without warning, heās then pressing both hands upon either side of your legs, pushing them even wider open.Ā
You yelp, āSatoru-ā
And then with you pinned down to the mattress, Gojo reels his slender hips back to thrust and thrust his raging hot cock into your pussy. āGonna fuck you nowā¦ā The globular red edge of his shaft kisses your entrance and starts stretching the first resistance of your hole. Starts bending his curvaceous inches inside you. āGonna fill the introitus- fill her up with my cock.ā Starts making your walls immediately clench at the sudden intrusion.Ā
His jaw falls slightly apart at the feeling of being sucked inside by you, your slick orifice plugged up with his length. āGonna fill her up with my kidāā Just letting his furious cock get one taste.Ā
One of his inches pushed inside your cunt.Ā
Just one.
Before Gojoās throwing his head back with a cracked wh-whimper.
Before his entire body shudders.
Before his entire cock seems to zap with a carnal electricity.
And youāre feeling the hot sensation of something slatherinā at your pussylips, raising onto your elbows to look between your legs. And the sight youāre seeing- fuck, itās a pure white mess at your core and puddling onto the expensive silk sheets below.
He was cumming.
Just from that.
Your eyes widen, āSatoru, youāre already-ā
āFuck.ā Gojo breathes out, head now pushing into the crook of your neck. Something warm and wet falls on top of your skin- and only then do you realize that Gojo Satoru was sobbing at the mere feeling of your pussy surrounding his cock. āF-fuck, I canāt believeā¦ā
His creamy cum was spilling out in surges, drawing vertical lines between the crevice of your pussy in some lecherous pattern. Incessantly. Hotly. Heās webbing up your puffy folds and thumpinā his rotund tip between your cunt to smear them. Lines upon lines. Layers upon layers.Ā
Like he couldnāt stop himself no matter how urgently heās reaching a hand up to squeeze at his thickened base. āSh-shit, sānot stopping.ā The nerdy man babbles away, white-knuckling at his swollen cock in order to try and plug himself up - but it doesnāt work. Heās even pulling back a bit to move his thumb on top of his leaky divot. And heās still not stopping. āShit, I canāt control myself. Your tunica mucosa- your pussy just feels too good.ā
āYouāre s-still cummingā¦ā You whine.
āToo good.ā
Heās just dribbling out hot cum, creating an ivory gloss over your folds that drips around your thighs.
Gojo feels the wetness of it seep into his abs and pulls away from your neck, looking up at you with his teary gaze. He snaps his eyes down to the white sap that smears out of you and moans. Voice cracking at the back of his throat any time heās shoving his honed hips between yours. āC-can I go again to your womb this time, my girl?ā
Youāre just about to open your mouth to answer when-
āNow now, Satoruā¦ā
āYer fucked if you think youāre getting her all night.ā A familiar, gruff tone spits. āEspecially after that embarrassment of a performance.ā
Youāre turning your head to the side of the bed - to the two men that watched from chairs facing the bed.
Geto Suguru.
Ryomen Sukuna.
3. Ryomen Sukuna.
Frat boyā¢ (leader of Curses Epsilon)
Probably REALLY good in bed
On his way to become a pro wrestler (headlocks omg??)
Might be roughā¦
Ryomen Sukuna had just gotten off from practice when Geto had called him.
And he canāt lie - he hadnāt exactly felt like answering the phone then. The two werenāt exactly what youād consider friends, but neither were they not friends. Sukuna kept his circle close, you seeāonly his brother, his nephew.
Though recently there had been the development of a certain little someone. Sukuna had noticed you at one of his wrestling matches by chance, and ever since then it seems that he couldnāt stop noticing you. At his parties. At their fundraisers. At lecture halls that Sukuna purposefully took the long route to pass by - just to get a glimpse of you.
And heād been considering asking you to be Curses Epsilonās sweetheart, but that was neither here nor there!
Geto Suguru wasnāt someone that Sukuna would dub himself acquainted with to even that extent. His rock band sometimes performed at the infamous parties Sukuna threw, and it wasnāt really usual for him to call Sukuna outside of this.
But fuck was he glad heād picked up the phone that day.
Because that was what got him here with you.
Snuck into his frat house. Laid out on his king-sized bed.Ā
Your eyes locked with hisā
Sukunaās cock throbs between his legs at the ruined expression on your face, and heās immediately feeling a rush of jealousy at the white-haired man. Snapping his narrowed gaze to the other, āSuch a pretty gal begging for you ta breed her and you embarrass yerself like this?ā
āSh-she just feels too good.ā Gojo lovingly gazes at your overspilling cunt. Before looking at the frat president again, āYou wouldnāt understand.ā
Sukuna hates this man even more.
āOāokay, how about we donāt look like weāre gonna beat each other up, hm?ā Getoās silky tone breaks through the saturated air, and youāre squirming at the way his rings glint in the dim lighting.
Heās noticing the slight movement instantly, gaze flicking between you and his fingers. Realization splashes across his face, and the next time he speaks itās with his voice dipped just a bit. āOh, youāre a naughty girl, arenāt you? But you want that pussy to be treated like a princess?ā
Gojo gapes as you nod, āM-maybeā¦ā
āNo need to be shy, gorgeous.ā Geto hums, drawing even closer to you. āWeāre all friends here.ā
The mattress dips just a little bit as he sits down on the edge of the bed, his ringed fingers reaching out and dragging across the sheen of white covering your calves by now.
Geto lets the slick coating form on his fingers, smearing it on the tips of his digits. āMmm, what a waste. Donāt you know that a princess is supposed to orgasm before sheās pumped full of cum, Satoru?ā Tutting.
Somehow, you always did think that your closest friend would be the type to drag sex out for hours. To drive you numb with pleasure, to be so sweetāat least, his words were.
And even Gojo seemed to be quietening down his grumbling to listen, the only other sounds in the air being the plapping! of him still trying to rover his blushinā cocktip even deeper. āW-wellā¦ā
āAnd donāt you know that a princess is supposed to be teased before sheās fucked?ā His amethyst eyes seem to glow with amusement, and something else. Somethingā¦darker. āYouāve gotta make her cry first.ā
Oh.
A primal shudder rips right through you.
Not sweet. Definitely not sweet.
Youāre whining after his elongated syllables, āPlease-ā Tears spurting up to your eyes when Geto forcefully grabs ahold of Gojoās slender hips and bodily pulls him backwards. Both hands positioned on the other manās hips, keeping his throbbing cock warming inside your walls for a few seconds before puuuuuushing inside you again. He manages to fill you up in a way like youāve never been before, his smooth shaft filling your every orifice. āP-please, Satoru-ā
āLike that.ā Geto hums, āHard. Long.ā
And Gojo gapes at the way you seem absolutely ruined beneath him, āI didnāt even realizeā¦āĀ
āMhmm, at this rate weāre never getting her pregnant.ā Geto rolls his murky eyes, nails digging into Gojoās hips once more. āNow more.ā
āWhat?ā
āMove.ā
Your lashes flutter open at the way the long-haired man commands the other.
Getoās tone was just so steely, and all it takes is a single word to make Gojo Satoru pull out of you. His long cock bobbing between his meaty thighs, tugginā out with the most lecherous squelch!
A wadded up web of cum follows him as he does so, connecting his irritated tip to your cunt still. Just red-hot and drippinā with your slick syrup. At the sight of it, Gojo looks as if he already regrets his decision - but moves over to let Geto take his place anyway.
And both roughened hands - much, much rougher than Gojoās, with so many years of training those fingers in his punk-rock band - press-press-preeeeeess your jittery thighs open. Firm. Unyielding, even as you whine at the stretch. Getoās throwing his silky hair over his shoulder, sinking onto the carpeted floor at the foot of the bed.Ā
His knees hit it with two loud thuds!
āAnd whatād you think youāre doing up there, hm?ā In an almost bored tone, Geto raises a brow at his best friend seated still on the bed. In a split-second, heās grabbing onto the back of Gojoās flushed neck and dragging him down onto the floor as well.
Side by side.
Gojo yelps as heās brought ever-closer to your open legs. āWhat do you think youāre-ā
āTeaching you how to eat a pussy properly, duh.ā As if it should be obvious, Geto rolls his eyes. āThis pretty princess deserves better than your sloppy self.ā
With your elbows resting on the springy mattress, you peer over at the two men who nudged their faces closer to your drippinā wet pussy. Both their eyes gleaming in excitement the nearer they were- itās almost as if they were fighting for purchase between there.
Each one lightly shoving the other-
āSpit on her pussy, Satoru.ā Getoās sing-song voice was dark.
Gojoās eyes widen, āWh-what do you-ā
āSpit. On. Her. Pussy.ā Geto throws his long locks over his shoulder and smiles, āRight into her pretty hole- but if you make a mess thatās even better.ā
āWhy would I wanna make a mess?ā Gojo huffs, nose crinkling cutely.Ā
āVirgin.ā Geto titters.
The blue-eyed man looks up to meet your eyes- and flushes. Puckering his lips up nervously, they tremble just a little as he somehow drips out a line of slick on top of your cunt.
And Geto only looks down to appraise the mess heās made, his chunkily ringed fingers swirlinā the glaze with the front of his thumb. āMm, I couldāve done better.ā
They were both so fucking hard.
Geto turns back to you now, eagerly waiting. āSee this tongue, gorgeous?ā Unhinging his jaw, he lets his loooong and lavish tastebuds stick out for you to see. Slicked with watery saliva. Studded with a silver tongue piercing in the middle of it. āSee it? Sāwhat Iām gonna ruin you with- watch and learn, Satoru. Watch and learnā¦ā
And youāre hearing it before youāre feeling it. Seeing it.Ā
The slurp of Getoās slick tongue shoving between your sultry folds - just lengthy lines licked back and forth on your slit. He doesnāt speed up. He doesnāt act ravenous. Lingering his orbed piercing against every spot he can reach inside of you- no matter how much youāre restlessly squirming above him, he doesnāt go harder. Just light and fleeting.
Rubbing his ridged tastebuds against every orifice, sucking up Gojoās ivory sap, letting his tongue juuuuust fill up your tight hole before fishing out-Ā
Making the other man balk, āH-hey!ā His best friend was just making a mess of you, with his tongue lappinā over the coats of cum that heād poured out on your cunt. āThatās not fair- the seminal fluid is supposed to go inside the vaginal canal in order for internal fertilization to-ā
Geto lazily cracks open an eye at him.
Before grabbing Gojo by the back of his throat and shoving him nose-deep into your cunt as well.
āThen do something about it.ā He smiles.
Both of them had their greedy mouths open against your pussy.
Tongues flopping out and thrashinā maddeningly against your cunt - Gojoās a little longer than Getoās, but Getoās with his frigid piercing in the middle that scraped into your every orifice. Itās as if you were suddenly surrounded by the ridged texture of their tastebuds, until you couldnāt tell which one was which. Every sweet spot. Every fold. Dual tips aching to claim every inch of you.Ā
And while Geto slipped against your clit, Gojo was just craving to stuff his tongue inside your hole-
āNghāā His nose crinkles cutely a little as he whimpers, āD-donāt take up too much space now, Suguru.ā
āYouāre in my space, Satoru.ā As if to prove his point, he presses the cold knob of his piercing right against your clit. āDonāt forget who knew her first. Now stop moving those lips and focus on- hers.āĀ
Gojo glares but doesnāt say anything more, only nudging the other man by his shoulder for more space. Thereās a slight battle in the space between your legs- only drawing both men closer nā closer to your cunt.
Gojo had his mouth plastered to your sopping cunt, lavishly licking into every orifice. And Geto- oh, Geto was doing the exact opposite.
Because while the nerdy boy was giving you everything that you wanted, Geto was pinching meanly at your clit and draaaaagging your cute nub until you felt like crying. Neglecting your clit when it felt like you were enjoying it too much.Ā
They were sliding over each other and making out messily with your pussyāand each other.Ā
āTch- gay as hell.ā Sukunaās grumbling tone echoes, closer than you remember it. The sudden volume of it makes you look up with a jolt- only to realize that he was looming at the head of the bed. Looming right where you were.
Gojo spits out into your pussy, āErm- bi, actually.ā
āDoes it look like I give a fuck?āĀ
Ryomen Sukuna has had enough.
He takes in the way that Geto and Gojo were shoved between your legs rabidly. Barely even paying attention to him. Barely even breathing- and he admits his mouth waters just a little imagining just how sweet your cunt tastedā¦
But heās instead focusing his attention on another pair of lips.
āI didnāt come here ta get fuckinā cucked.ā Sukuna rumbles, his meaty thighs resting on the space of mattress beside your head. The sole reason that Geto and Gojo had chosen Sukunaās room in the first place was because of his king-sized bed. And you were damn lucky that it could fit all four of you. āSoā¦ā
You flinch.Ā
āNo need to be scared, mama, sājust me.ā Heās patting his overlarge palm on top of your head, smoothing down your sweaty scalp. āAnd my ah- āfriendsā here told me that a pretty gal like you wanted to be bred, hm? Sāthat true?ā
Youāre nodding through your tears, body twitching any time Gojoās tongue curved just right. āMhm- yes, fuck yes.ā
āBred by me you mean.ā Gojo sputters out, drunken eyes turning up at Sukuna.
āFuckinā loser.ā Sukuna sniffs, his prominent nose crinkling in distaste at the white-haired man.Ā
But heās setting his crimson sights back on you, smirk only seeming to grow at the awe on your face - ogling just how large the other man was. He was on a scholarship for wrestling, or so youād heardā¦āSo sātrue, huh? Ya came here to be bred? What a filthy fuckinā giiiiirlāā
Squirming restlessly, Geto was now starting to circle the nub of your clit with his ringed fingers and it was leaving your body in a tizzy. Every wadded ounce of cum that Geto was licking out of you, Gojo was shoving back in with his flexible tip. Refusing to let any of his seed go to waste- they were just so sloppy. Kissinā you open-mouthed. Again and again. Both nose tips bustling against your puffy clit, their tongues slickly sliding against each other and shoving in alternating paces. Gojoās hard and fast. Getoās agonizingly thorough.Ā
You whine, āWas just- hck! needy-ā
āOh I know all about how needy you are, woman.ā Sukunaās hands drop to the drawstrings of his sweatpants. āBut do you even know my name?ā
āOf course I do.ā Your brows furrow, āYouāre Ryomen Sukunāmmpf.ā
Before Sukunaās tugging down on the cottony hem of his pants and letting his raging erection smack! against his firm abs. Thick length. Drivelling tip. If you thought that Gojo was big, then Sukuna was just as big if not biggerā¦
An even more sultry number of veins that were overtaking the sides of his shaft - and now your mouth. He fits inside. He was so fucking hard that you could count each ravenous ba-dump! of his pulsations, shovelling and shoveling away-
āM-mmmpfāā Youāre letting out muffled moans at the rough use of your mouth. Sukunaās length seemed like it was never-ending. The tannish crown of his shaft finds the cute orifice of your mouth and opens away at your lips, wider and wider with every inch. Hips moving in solid, mean thrusts-
He snickers,āNo, my name is Ryomen Sukuna. You donāt even know that, mama?ā
āMmmāā Letting out sinful noises at the feeling of his fat ball sack smacking against the side of your face with each of his movements, just so full with need for you. āPlease-ā You sob out - the only thing you can seem to sob out. āP-please-ā
āNuh uh, not that either.ā He was having way too much fun with this. Plunging his thickened erection out and using the length to spank each side of your face. āTry again.ā
āRyo- oh.ā But just as youāre trying to speak, Sukunaās flooding your hot cavern with his salty tip once more. Almost as if he was chasing the vibrations of your voice, almost as if he was waiting for you to speak just so he can watch your pretty sentences break on his cock.Ā
He grins from above, head cocking to the side to take in the lovely sight. āTryyyy againāā
āRyo- mmpf.ā Youāre gulping down his swollen inches - fuck, Sukuna was even thicker than he looked. Somehow filling up every orifice inside your mouth, it felt as if he was reaching for the dangly lilā thing in the back of your throat and then even further.Ā
Just slurp after slurp of his vicious hips movinā back and forth.
Heās tightening his grip on the back of your head and humming. āBreathe with your nose, mama. Breathe with your nose.ā The audacity to even act like he cares when he swabs the very back of your neck aggressively, āRelax that pretty throat fāme. Heh.ā Just waiting until your airway was fully free, just waiting until youād somewhat calmed down- before heās arching his hips and slamming his puckered red tip inside. āNow that your voicebox knows me- try to say my name? Do you know my name?ā
āR-Ryoooāā Youāre gurgling through your spit and tears, āRyo- ngh- men. Sukuna.ā
āAtta girl.ā
āSukuna?ā Gojo flinches as if heād just been struck by lightning.Ā
āHm?ā Geto peeks his eyes open as well, only to find that the pink-haired man had very much made himself at home pumpinā away into your mouth. His velvety length stuffing your small cavern open. āIt seems, Satoru, that we have some competition.ā
Gojo growls, nipping at your folds meanly in his possessiveness. āOiā¦who the fuck do you think you are blocking her cute air tract with your nasty fucking-ā
But Geto only smiles with your slick glistening on his lips, āMay the best man get to breed her cunt first.ā
And youāre confused for only a split-second before thereās a sudden spike of pressure - from both ends.
From Gojo and Geto who were thrusting their tongues inside your cunt, from Sukuna who was never one to back down from a challenge. And heās looking over at the two men who were bickering but suddenly united, and plastering both paws on top of your scalp to thrust inwards.
Letting his slick, drivellinā tip hit the roof of your mouth and make you moanā
āSuguru-ā Gojo hisses.
But Geto was already on it- Geto was already fiddling with his chunky metal rings to transfer them all onto his right hand. āMmm, donāt you worry now, Satoru. Iāll teach you.ā With his goal finally accomplished, heās hooking his fingers against your folds and pryinā them apart. āFirst, youāve gotta tease the princess.ā
Heās spitting inside your hole and thrusting his middle finger inwards.
Swirlinā around your velvety channel for a few seconds before pulling back out when you start clenching- āS-Suguruā¦ā Your voice echoes from above, and both men look towards you with primal eyes.Ā
Geto cocks his head at Gojo, āSee?ā
āI-I see.ā The other man looks as if he was on the verge of writing this all down.
āThen youāve gotta- hah, take your time. Like this.ā
āLikeāoh.ā Youāre cut off by him sticking his finger back in. Letting his wet muscle expand and circle around your walls, his rings pokinā away, a few times before edging back out.
āSee?ā Geto rasps, one of his thumbs pushinā aside your folds to show your entrance off to the other man. āLook how sheās- hah, clenching like she wants to suck me back. Youāve gotta make her want it badly- sāfun to tease a pussy.ā
Gojo nods eagerly.
āAnd for my last trick-ā Oh, by the way he says it you already know that it doesnāt bode well for your sanity. The thickness of two fingers were now stretching your hole out wiiiiidely before running back out, thrusting in and out. In and out. In and out.
Probinā with his silver rings near sweet spots that you didnāt even realize you had before.
At the same time, Geto runs his straight nose bridge down the line of your slit and ends up pressing on your clit. Just not enough pressure to satiate you, just enough pressure to make you sob outāāFuck, stop teasing, Suguru.ā
āAnd thatās how you treat a princess.ā
Meanly.
āLet me.ā Gojo gulps. His mouth waters at the milky display of your slick and his cum around Getoās mouth, he shoves Geto aside with a muscular shoulder. āLet me.ā
And itās the last thing youāre seeing - that look of utter greed on Gojoās face - before the white-haired man leans himself in reaaaaal close to your pussy. Heās nudging his straight nose bridge between your plump folds and ending up pressing down on your clit, letting his watery tastebuds swing out and-
And then Gojo Satoru was eating you out like a madman.
Geto had scooped out the wads of his best friendās cum, and Gojoās moaning at the mess that gushes around his mouth and onto his pinkish tastebuds. Blue irises sprinting to the back of his skull, raw lips falling agape. Getoās breath hitches as he notices the change immediately- āWait, Satoru, youāre going to-ā
āMāgoing to breed her again.ā Gojo spits out, āSāgonna be me not him-ā
He was going to say that Gojo was going to forget how to breathe if he went on like this - but he gets the feeling that his best friend doesnāt even want to breathe right nowā¦
Doesnāt want to do anything but grab onto either side of your thighs and shove himself even deeper. His fat tongue slipping out and smacking! against your pussy, his tastebuds searching any and every corner for a taste of you, his pussy-muddled brain not even knowing what heās doing as heās thrusting and thrusting.
Face pushing until the rim of his glasses pressed up against your pussy and he didnāt even see to realizeā
āO-oh, fuck.ā Youāre gurgling out in a shrill tone, and Geto looks on at your pretty expressions in interest. āSāgoing in so deep. Satoru, youāre just so needy-ā
Sukuna raises a brow, āHeeeeh?ā
āYeah, so fuckinā needy, Satoru.ā Geto repeats in his smoky tone, eyeing both of your feverish motions with interest. Gojo was face-down in your pussy and lapping at your cunt with a primal wildness, pinning down your squirming hips. Any time that your restless body tries to move away, heās draaaagging you down to drag across his pretty face, he sticks his tongue so rapidly in and out of you that his tongue is nothing but a pinkish blur.
Completely the opposite of Getoās mean, torturous methods.Ā
And, well, he canāt fall behind now, can he?
Without warning, the dark-haired man reaches his hand to shove not one- not two- but three of his ringed fingers down your tight channel.
Gojo startles at the intrusion and moves-
āAh ah.ā Geto murmurs, grabbing him by the back of the neck and shoving him into your wet cunt once more. āStay.ā
His nose glidinā down your slit, furiously rubbing and rubbing his textured tastebuds against it until youāre opening up more for Geto. Inside it. Anywhere and everywhere.Ā
Geto was absolutely pummelling your cunt with his fingers now, while Gojo moved onto sucking your clit as if it was his favorite candy. āMmmā-Sugā¦Satoru.ā Moans meshing into one, as if you didnāt even know what to utter. āIt feels so- oh.ā
āSo what?ā Sukuna scoffs, reaching down to smack your right tit. āDonāt test me now, mama. Donāt make me- hngh, shut you up proper with my cock.āĀ
Heās grabbing one of your hardened nipples and pinching at the peak in a way that makes you whine- āKuna- Kuna- Kuna-ā
āYeahhh, thatās more like it. Keep saying my name- until you memorize it. Until you memorize my fuckinā cock.ā
āSuguru, do something.ā Poor, inexperienced Gojo can merely watch as his pretty girlās taken over by the pink-haired man once more. Heās flicking furiously at your bundle of nerves- and yet you couldnāt do anything but out muffled whimpers with Sukunaās hot cock shoved into your mouth. āMy girlās been- ngh, won over-ā
āYour girl?ā Geto raises one brow, but looks up at you anyways.
Fuck, this angle between your legs was just perfect - he could see the way that your throat expanded and outlined the sheer thickness of Sukunaās girth. Just so massive that every thrust had his cylindrical intrusion bulging against your neck. Again and again.
And he canāt help but catch Sukunaās red eyes, cocking his head over. He gesturesāstraddle her.
A signal that the other men understands instantly.
A sinful smile spreads across Sukunaās lips, āI like the way you think, punk-rock.ā
And Gojo can only watch, slack-jawed, as the wrestler pulls his fat cock out of your mouth and tap-tap-taps the tip on your tongue a few times. Letting your pretty lips water just a bit - just enough to wet your tastebuds enough - before heās moving over your head in one fluid motion until. Before heās behind your head completely.
Before his rude hips plummet his inches between your lips.
Youāre moaning so loud-
The vibrations zipping up from his honed cockhead and up his spine. āFuck- didnāt know such a sweet mouth could even make a sound like that.ā Sukunaās grumbling underneath his breath, fucking gnawing down on his bottom lip to keep from making too many noises himself. āNow I get why those two bastards are obsessed with you, ma.ā
Thrusting away wildly, Gojo pulls away with a gasp. āSuguru, you traitor-ā
āEasy there, easy there.ā The other man breezes, giggling at the cutesy way your body lurches back and forth with Sukunaās jackhammers.
You flinch as you feel something metallic and cold plunge into your deepest, deepest depthsāhitting almost near your g-spot. Geto hums, āAnd that goes for you, too, gorgeous.ā He gives you a vulgar few strokes of his fingertips, reaching for your sweet spot every time. And yet- still not reaching it, he was teasing you until you wanted to sob. āDid you know that I play bass?ā
āI did know- I do.ā You cry out.
āThen, you probably knowā¦ā A final thrust - all the way from the curvaceous edge of his middle, his index, his ring finger and doooown to each ringed base - that sets your teeth on edge. ā-that Iām real good with the g-spot. Whoops, I mean-ā
Somehow between Sukunaās vicious thrusts you manage out, āS-Suguruāā Because just then, heās shoving your velvety walls apart to push against your softest spot in an instant.
ā-yeah no. I meant g-spot.ā
āHeeeeehā¦ā Sukuna whistles, āYouāre good.ā Watching as the dark-haired man then utterly ruins you with a mere few movements of his fingers, theyāre finding each tender spot inside you perfectly. Rings being used to mark exactly where and when Geto was thrusting away - but no matter what, he always ended with his frigid rings pushed against your g-spot. Purposefully glidinā those geometrical edges of his rings against your sensitive nerves- āBut Iām better.ā
āKuna, oh my godāā You babble out as he uses both hands to grab onto your tits now, his long fingers pinching your nipples and rolling them between each padded digit.
It was just insanity.
Geto with his globular fingertips finding your g-spot again and again, Sukuna with his hot cock filling you up again and again- and Gojo. Ohā¦Gojo was just gluing his pouty lips against your entrance.
Getoās tongue meeting his in an open-mouthed kiss, the white-haired man pulls away- only to latch onto that pretty perky clit above your hole. āS-say my name, too, sweetheart.ā You can just barely hear Gojoās plead over the cacophony of other sultry noises filling up the room, āSay my name-ā
You can just barely feel the sharp spark of pleasure coming from Gojo finding your clit and sucking. Like his life depended on it. āSay my name while you cum.ā His pale brows furrow, and every luxurious lick at your cunt was all that he ever needed in life, all that made him glide his glasses down your front pussy. All that it took to make you mooooan straight into Sukunaās cock. āSay m-my name while you cum, please?ā At least he had manners still.
Before your entire body erupts in a high so sudden and strong that you donāt even realize itās taken over until after Gojo himself comments on it- āSheās cumming.ā He breathes out, almost in disbelief. Gojo feels his cock twitch at the way youāre cumming on his tongue- and reaches his free hand down to fist it angrily. āSheās cumming sheāsāmmpf.ā
āIf sheās cumming then fuck her through her orgasm instead of running yer big mouth.ā Geto grabs the back of his best friendās neck and shoves him in again - which Gojo was glad to indulge in. Glad to gnaw on the knob of your little clit, until his lips felt so raw that they might as well fall off.Ā
And while Gojo made out with your pussy, Geto was fingering you crazily. His honed fingertips plucked at your bliss, hitting your g-spot precisely at every peak. Again and again.
āL-like this, Suguru?ā Gojo gurgles out.
āMhm, faster.ā
Theyāre speeding up- Gojo letting go of his cock just to delve in even deeper, and Geto has to be the one to pump his best friendās length.
You sob, āSatoruāmmmpf.ā
āShit, maybe you two bastards arenāt half-bad.ā Sukuna muses, a pinkish brow raising at just how much you moaned and thrashed underneath the two men. His hips only grew faster.
All three men were absolutely ravishing you through your high, those little sparks of pleasure going up from your pummeled cunt to your pummeled throat. āMmmāā Just about the only thing that youāre ever going to be able to get out at this rate, āFeels- good- ngh- good-ā
āYeah, but which oneās yer favorite, mama?ā Sukuna spits. Nestling his heavy balls against your face while he shoves his cockhead lung-deep-
āAt least let her finish her orgasm first.ā Gojo seethes, his glasses completely fogged by now.
āYer too fucking nice.ā Sukuna bites back, āShe likes being all roughed up, doesnāt she?ā
āNo, she likes indulgent-ā
And theyāre both speeding up their ministrations, Gojo going craaaaazy with the heart patterns he was drawing on your clit while Sukuna twisted his fingers even harder over your nipples. Youāre practically held hostage by the pleasure.
And the only thing you can do is ride out wave after wave of your bliss, still being absolutely demolished from all angles by the three men when itās finally starting to peter out.
You twitch, āS-Suguruāā
Because you knew that the pierced man would be the only one much too happy to stop you from getting what you need - but youāre surprised to findā¦that Geto merely shrugs you off with a grin. The one overstimulating you with his fingers until youāre crying-
āKehā¦ā Sukuna eyes the sobs youāre heaving out, though he doesnāt stop himself. Heās pumping out a few wads of creamy white, before pressing a thumb on top of his shaft to stop himself from releasing too much before he actually got to breed you. āDonāt make her tap out just yet.ā
āSuguruā¦ā
But he doesnāt stop.
He doesnāt even slow down until youāre being probed by his sultry fingertips all the way until a second orgasm. It flashes through you like a sudden fever, your entire body breaking out in a cold sweat.
Jaw dropping.
Back arching off of the mattress.Ā
Youāre so sensitive by this point that even the lightest graze of Gojoās canines against your clit makes you whimper nā whine. Great heaving tears making their way down your cheeks, youāre nothing against the three sets of strong arms that hold you down so they could properly eloooongate your zapping pleasure.
And Geto Suguru doesnāt stop until heās well and thoroughly fucked you through each mountain of your electrified high, and perhaps even all the way into a third-
āAaaaand thatās enough outta you.ā
āYeah-ā Gojo huffs, his pout pretty on his lips. ā-you donāt get to hog her orgasms all for yourself, Suguru.ā
Geto gives a final long liiiiiick with his pierced tongue.
Your brain is all muddled and stupid by the time that Geto with his love for overstimulating you is pulled off. Youāre pushed further up the sweat-dampened mattress, sandwiched between Gojo and Sukuna from either side.
āSoā¦ā Sukuna asks, āWho won?ā
āMe- she moaned my name-ā Gojo grumbles up at the man. You whine at the way both their toned cores surround you, itās as if you were a ragdoll they wanted to play around with.Ā
āYeah right, you had first dibs.ā Sukuna scowls, eyes narrowing into slits. āAnd ya ruined it. Now I get to fuck her pretty pussy-ā
āHow about me, gorgeous?ā Geto wasnāt waiting around to argue with his friends - he was cupping your dazed face and asking you directly. But you were so damn far gone that you couldnāt even begin to formulate a coherent response before-
āNo, Suguru.ā
āFuck no.ā
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You were right about Ryomen Sukuna being rough.
Because he was fucking you rough. And hard. And fast.
And ruthless.
It seems that the winner of last roundās āchallengeā had been none other than Gojo Satoru - based on the fact that his name had been the first one youād moaned during your first orgasm. Perhaps his accolades as president of the debate club wasnāt just in nameā¦
Theyād unanimously decided that Geto Suguru, the traitor, wasnāt deserving of fucking you after that little stunt heād pulled earlier. Overstimulating you until tearsāhow could he! Without both of them, of courseā¦
And so Gojo had left you in your stupidly fucked state.
Merely hovering over you- the tips of his ears red, the head of his cock dripping wet already. Heād pressed just about half of his swollen shaft between your pussylips before - expectedly - cumming again in less than two strokes.
He just couldnāt handle the feeling of your hot cunt. Just the sensation of you throbbinā away around him like that was too much for the bespectacled nerd to handle, his entire body shaking as he spurted his white seed all over your pussylips. Hot and syrupy, it dripped all over you and down onto the sheets below. Pink lips jutted out when he felt himself reach his high again, āIā¦I did it again, sweetheart.ā Heād told you, shamefully.
And youād barely gotten two comforting words out- āItās alright, Toruāā
Before Sukuna had shoved him over.
āMy fuckinā turn.ā
And now you were laid out against Sukunaās chiselled back, feeling each ripped muscle move nā flex against your own. Vicious. Vulgar. He was heaving after each thrust, he was hitting the very spongy end of your cervix, he was bending your back against his frontāa hand scouring down your front to feel his cylindrical length impale you-
A full fucking nelson.
By none other than the wrestling star himself.
āA star playerāfuck.ā Sukunaās raspy voice whispers into your ear, hooking his pointed chin at your shoulder and preventing you from moving a single inch away from him. Thud-thud-thud, his rotund tip could be felt all the way against your scratchy throat. And you swear you could taste the salty flavor of his gooey liquids. āMāgonna fuck a s-star athlete into you, woman- the best junior wrestling champion this world has ever seen.ā
Gojo surges up from his chair in the corner - the one Geto and Sukuna had been sitting in earlier in the night. āShe hasnāt even taken yet-ā
āAh ah- whatās that?ā Sukuna interrupts between thrust after thrust. He looks around as if heād just heard an indistinguishable noise from somewhere in the room, āWhat- oh.ā
And youāre watching speechlessly when Sukunaās honed fingertips slither down your front to squeeze your clit.Ā
āItās this pussy begging me to get her pregnant-ā His pinkish brow raises, āOh- the best Olympic wrestler this world has ever seen? How ambitious, mama.ā
Gojo spits, āFucker-ā
āYou hear something?ā And Sukuna was taunting him - Sukuna was playing right in Gojoās face. His big beefy arms looping underneath your thighs and giving them a forceful tug- heās spreading your limbs out as far as theyād go.
Making your soppinā wet pussylips smeaaaar wide open and making the other two men throw envious looks your way. āSounds like a little bitc-ā
āOh, pleaseāā Youāre bucking through your sobs. A particularly aggressive stroke has you damn near jumping out of his arms- but Sukunaās only tightening his grip and bringing you riiiight back down to feel his cock.Ā
You werenāt escaping any time soon.
āCāmere, woman.ā His tone was almost a warning, speaking down to you as if you were dumbified on his cock alreadyāand you were close. Oh, were you close. The wrestlerās cock was just so thiiiick that his veins massage your tiniest orifices without even trying. Long glides. Hard throbs. āHow māI going to- heh, fuck you pregnant if you keep trying to run?ā
āWellā¦ā
He continues, āIn the first place, you donāt think you can run from a wrestler, can you?ā
Blinking your wide teary eyes up at him, āI canātā¦?ā
And it was almost too cute how stupid you were on his pistoning hips already, mouth splashing out saliva every time he was hittinā a gooood spot inside you. Sukuna chuckles, āNo, you canāt.ā As if to prove his point, he holds you down to his glissading abs and swabs your wettened cervix. āBut ya sure can fuckinā try- ya wonāt make two steps before I have you on my cock again.ā
āWell thatās just n-not fairāā Youāre trilling out at the way he bends you just a liiiiittle further against him. Both hands gripped primally onto your hips and not letting you get too far.
Not letting you get far at all, actually. You can barely even breathe without Sukuna bouncing your body right back and knockinā the wind out of your lungs with his puckered tip. āYa canāt handle it if I bend you a little like thiiiiiisāā
āF-fuck!ā Sobbing at the way he further spreads your legs, bringing them up until the caps of your knees were striking your tits.
āAnd then just a little like thiiiiiisāā Sukuna arches his hips lightly off the dampened sheets to rover his cocktip inside. Arching you against him.
Ryomen Sukuna loved manhandling you.
āOh my g-god-ā Itās just about the only thing you can blubber out, your sentences hitching in your throat. āShit, I didnāt even know I could bend like thisā¦ā
āWhyāre you crying, mama?ā Sukuna coos, though there was something decidedly dangerous in his tone. Almost as if in alarm, your pussy starts throbbing harder and he snickers as he feels it- one of his roughened thumbs come to wipe away at your tears.
āItās j-just-ā
āItās j-j-just the entire future of wrestling that depends on this pussy right here.ā Heās mocking you. Heās teasing you. Not in the same way that Geto would - Sukuna had you immobile and was bullying you with both his mouth and his rugged, roverinā tip.Ā
His plump cockhead gapes out your cute hole, ending up in your deepest depths. He manages to leave you jolting after the pressure of each one. And after that bulbous intrusion then his inches just seem to go on and on and onāāSāa biiiig deal, mama. So you understand why I hafta fuck you a little ngh- rough, riiiight? So you understand why I hafta wrestle you a little, riiiight?ā
Until you can feel Sukuna bash away even at your throat-
So hard that your eardrums almost pop- āIt just feels so-ā
Only to get overshadowed by the slurping squelches of your own cunt. Which only makes the pink-haired man grin, āThere. Itās been decided then.ā
āWhat are youā¦ā Your dazed eyes widen, looking up into his rouge ones for an answer.
But the only answer heās listening to? The background music of your pussy.Ā
Sukunaās nodding in agreement with the slick wet sounds that escape you, even more of it increasing in volume once he lets his precum fill you up to the very brim. Dripping past your pussylips, āNow now-ā For only a few split-seconds before one set of Sukunaās rugged fingertips swipe the syrup back in. ā-none of that. Thatās at least a couple million yen youāre losing there, girl. If māfuckinā it inside ya then keep it inside ya.ā
You quiver, zaps of electricity floating through you when he reaches down and pinches your throbbing clit. āAnd i-if I canātā¦?ā
āAs my sonās manager, I canāt have that.ā
He was picking and choosing management opportunities already?!
You see, the King of the Ring was hellbent on fucking you right - on getting his seed to be the one that took inside your sopping wet walls.
He was fucking you like he meant it - he was going to complete that mission one way or the other. He was drilling into you with a primal cadence, bulbous tip press-press-pressing inside to swab away at your every single orificeā
Youāre jerking on top of him at the pleasure, and Sukunaās immediately putting you in a headlock.
Gojo surges up to his feet in outrage.
But the fraternity president wasnāt paying the other men a single ounce of attention- merely tightening his bulging biceps around your neck. Leaving you nothing but a limp ragdoll for him to pump his inches into, thick and hot at the thought of impregnating you. āAnd as his father-ā Sukuna shoots you a cocky smirk that the other two can see, ā-mānot letting you walk out of this bedroom without carrying my child.ā
He throbs inside you and you whimper.
āSuguru, I canāt stand this-ā Gojoās taking a step closer, chair damn near clattering to the ground.
He was donning his boxers for now, though his best friend was naked and proudly pumping his cock at the sight of Sukuna fucking you like a crazed man. Hard and fast. Hard and fast.
Soft pants leave the bassistās mouth, throwing his head back with a grown as he watches Sukuna reach down and pinch your clit. Heās peeking ahead at the sight with a partially-cracked lid, āSatoru, give me my phone.ā
Gojoās brows raise, āWhat?ā
āGive me my phone.ā
Itās in quick, jerky movements that the white-haired man does. He tries not to stare too long at the moving couple in the bed butā¦fuck, he, too, was so damn hard at this point that he was dripping precum through his boxers.
Gojo practically shoves the phone into Getoās arms.
He unlocks it with a chuckle and heads straight to the-
āYouāre recording-ā
āShhhhā¦ā Geto chortles, raising his camera up. āWeāve talked about it before, sheās said itās alright. Now shut up, itās getting to the best part.ā
It really was. The video captures the scene perfectly: youāre still being manhandled in this full nelson. Draaaagged back and forth every time that Sukunaās cock glides inside you, hitting a spot particularly delicate.Ā
He was just so muscular, with his cock plumpened up so much that Gojo almost wondered how you were taking all of him. Your cervix must be completely bruised by him now, and the camera manages to record how the skin āround his pelvis was burning red.Ā
Again and again and again.
The two of them were practically hypnotized by the rough way you were being fucked. Pounded, more like. The musician zooms in on the vision of your puckered lips, swollen with prolonged contact with Sukunaās massive balls. Gooey puddles of Gojoās cum from earlier dripping all around them. Smack-smack-smack!
It takes just a few more of those and a final pinch on your clit to make you shatter- your orgasm taking over you like a tidal wave.
White flashing behind your eyelids.
Spine arching into the perfect curvature on top of him.
Sukunaās muscular front provides the best cushy surface for you to get lost in your high, one that leaves you limp and boneless on top of him. āP-please, Kunaā¦ā Geto damn hopes that the audio managed to pick up your ravaged whines. āCummingāā
āYou donāt think that I donāt know that?ā He hums, and you notice that his voice sounds so much more ragged than before. āYer feeling like fuckinā waterpark down there, woman.ā
āO-ohā¦ā Your maw drops, as if you just now realize how wet with arousal you were. Leaking all over his scruffy pink happy trail-
āOrgasm left you stupid already, huh?ā
You can only mindlessly nod.Ā
All three men find their achinā erections throbbing - the pink-haired man most of all with his swirlinā tip tortured by the clenches of your orgasm. It almost pained him to pull out, even if it was to savagely thrust back in again.
And again. And again and again and again-
Geto whistles as the last few seconds of the recording capture the way that a sudden ring of white froths at your entrance. Sukuna pumping in his cum with a drawn-out groanā
The sharp tone of the video ending echoes out in the bedroom. Though you certainly couldnāt hear with the way your eardrums were popped with the pressure of his thrusts.
And Geto? Geto worked silently, as Gojo gawked behind him.
āS-send me that recordingā¦āĀ
āMhm.ā
SUGONDEEZNUTS sent an attachment to āJuno, yāknow?ā
SUGONDEEZNUTS added Prof. Nanami Kento.
He clicks off the phone and enjoys the show.
āA star wrestler-ā Sukunaās spitting between his gritted canines, the edges of his lips squirking up into a vicious grin. He flattens one of his hands down on top of your core - right above where his thickened tip was plummeting into your womb.
Pushing down and you could already feel the glutinous layers of his cum start to slide around you, sploshinā out of your hole.Ā It leaks out of you and he wonders just how much that much was able to fit inside because fuckāheās cumming more than he ever has in his entire life. āLook at thaaaaat- weāre gonna have a star wrestler, mama. Better get ready, girlie, because māgonna fuck an entire team of Olympians into you.ā
āPlease-ā You yelp as his headlock on you tightens.
Flexing his incredible muscles against your neck, āAnd are you gonna run away?ā It blocks every ounce of air from escaping.
āN-noā¦ā
āAre you gonna tap out?ā
āNo-ā
āMmmāthen how about we start thinking of the baby names-ā
āLetās not get too ahead of ourselves, shall we?ā Getoās breezy voice soothes out into the saturated air. Itās not too long before youāre hearing footsteps headed to where you lay utterly muddled. āAfter all, thereās more of us waiting.ā
You shiver.
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Nanami Kento wasnāt having a particularly good day, no.
For starters, heād just been informed by one of his freshman students that half the campus thought he was in his thirties alreadyāhe was a damn TA in the first place! He wasnāt even an official professor (though he did plan to be one, so perhaps they were right on that noteā¦)
And then his morning class slept through a particularly riveting presentation on the Kamakura period, then his (totally not favoriteā¦alright perhaps favorite) student didnāt show up for your allotted office time with him, and now he was stuck grading papers of students who couldnāt care less about shogunate lifestyles.
Or at least he was.
He was grading papers of students who couldnāt care less about shogunate lifestyles.
Thatās until he got the text.
With none other than said favorite student, you, featured front and center in its contents.
Now he was walking as fast as his long legs could take him to the most infamous fraternity house on all of campus: Curses Epsilon.Ā
And let it be known that Professor Nanami Kento has never clocked out of the history department earlier in his entire life-
āOh, fuh-fuckāā Youāre blabbering out stupidly, tears cascading your eyes at incredible volumes. The three men inside this room just had you ruined on their cocks - Gojo hadnāt been given a chance again after his last two mishaps, Sukuna had just finished rubbinā your pussy walls raw, and now it was Getoās chance. Finally.
You were on all fours - bawling face pushed into Sukunaās pillows, your ass raised high in the air.Ā
The bassist had his index and middle fingers pulled into two honed tips, pressinā away at your g-spot like it was a treasure trove he was uncovering. Push-push-pushing, Geto managed to force your tired body into one more orgasm, two more orgasms, three more org-
And that was when Professor Nanami Kento had arrived.
First, heād knocked. Sharp and sensible - the frat house door had been unlocked, you see.
And itād been none other than Geto himself who pulled his fingers cleanly out of your cunt and walked to the door. Slurping away at the treacly mess youād left on his fingers- āYouāre late, Kento.ā
With a gasp, youāre pulling the sheets up to your chest- but Gojo had stopped you in your tracksāāBut I wanna stare at your pretty cunt while she leaks, sweetheartā¦ā
āFuckinā needy.ā Geto had thrown his silky locks over his shoulder, rolling his eyes at his best friendās antics. Then he turns back to the blond man who was trying hard not to stare at you on the bedābut he couldnāt help the way his eyes roamed. Fuck, he was only a man after all. āYou know we almost thought you werenāt coming.ā
Nanami gulps at the way Geto very obviously suckles the candied glaze of your juices from his fingers. One by one.Ā
You whimper at the display.
āClearly.ā Nanamiās eyes then shift slowly from the man before him to you on the bed, your eyes dazed with your high, your legs clenched together. But not even that can stop the constant overflow of creamy white leaking from between them. Overspilling. āIs that why none of you have fucked her properly yet?ā
Getoās dark brows raise in amusement, āExcuse me?ā
āIf youāre going to get her pregnant, then do it properly.ā
Everyoneās jaws drop a little at the statement the professor is giving, and Nanami only soundlessly steps inside. Letting the door close behind him.
He has only one target and one target only - you.Ā
The blond-haired man steps towards you with purpose, starting to shrug off that formal jacket that fit him so wellā
āHello, my darling.ā Nanami sighs, āOn your back now.ā
4. Nanami Kento.
The HOTTEST prof/ TA this campus has ever seen
Such a gentleman (opens doors, eye contact even when wearing skimpy tops, reads feminist books omg)
MatureĀ
Some think heād be dry in bed thoā¦
Nanami Kento was not dry in bed. Nanami Kento was not dry in bed.
Oh, how many times have you dreamed of this day? Wearing your shortest skirts to Professor Nanamiās lectures, daydreaming away just how it might feel to have him bend you over his sleek mahogany desk.
Though in no time what he was bending were really your legs.Ā
Right over his broad shoulders, they were folding just so pliablyāheās patting upon each side of your wobbly limbs with a hum. āNot too hard for you now, is it, my love?ā Youāre shaking your head, growing wetter at the nickname- and Gojo groans as he watches you.Ā
Nanami smiles, āMmmm, good.ā Then heās reaching an arm out towards the headboard and grabbing one of Sukunaās pillows.
āWhaās that for, Nanami?ā Youāre blurting out stupidly.
āThis?ā Heās cooing down at you in a soft tone, one thatās so sweet that it makes your entire body heat up. Especially your cunt. Deciding that it would be much easier for your muddled mind to be shown instead- Nanami slides the puffy pillow underneath your hips to raise them a little. āThis is for helpinā that cute cunt of yours actually keep all the cum sheās been given. Does that make sense?ā
You nod. He was just so gentle-
āYouāre going to address me as āsirā, alright?ā Fuckāyou were mistaken. How did you not notice the steely look in Nanamiās eyes? How did you forget that he was known not only as the most handsome professor on campus - but also the most strict. āNow, does that make sense?ā
Just barely managing to breathe, āY-yes, sir.ā
āGood girl.ā
Shit, it makes your orifice geyser out in more impossible wads of slick. And your backās arching instantly the moment he tugs down his pants, and you feel Nanamiās large reddish tip enter between your legs. āFuck, that feels so good, Kenāsir.ā
āGood girl- good girl.ā Heās hushing out your tiny cries, placing a soothing hand on top of your sweaty scalp. Which you thought was nice, which you thought was sweet- but youāre realizing that that gesture was actually to push down on your body and keep you from jerking away every time he was lightly plunging his cock in. Nanami presses down on your head, āWe have a lot to learn now, donāt we?ā
āY-yessāoh.ā Your voice cracks embarrassingly at the thick shaft that Nanami was sinking in.
You didnāt get quite as good of a look at him, but you could tell that his entire length was just a little bigger than Getoās. Not quite as long as Gojo, but with even more veins and the prettiest tuft of golden hair on his base.
Somehow, what was special about Nanami was just how perfectly he was curved.
Just a few sultry degrees to the side. Heās managing to drag-drag-draaaaag the puckered end of his cock down your walls. Pinkish and puckered, kissinā all at the ridges down your sides- headed straaaaaight towards your sweet spots as if he already knew where they were. āHave you done your homework, my darling?ā
āH-homework?ā You cry out.
āMhmāā Nanami was easing inside your pussy with languid thrusts - and though he seemed to calm and collected on the surface, you could spot the furrow between his brows. The line of perspiration that ran down his forehead. The way his heavy balls seemed to tighten the more he slipped inside- āHave you researched the conditions best for- hah, pregnancy?ā
āIā¦wellā¦ā Youāre shyly looking away - you admit that you had done some, you hadnāt gone into this entire thing unaware. But having your history professor look at you like this just left you speechless, as though he was looking straight through you.
Heās smiling down fondly at you, āIf only you spent a little longer studying instead of- mmmāā Pounding out a particularly hard thrust that leaves you seeing stars, ā-instead of daydreaming about fucking me, hm?ā
You gasp, āHow did you-ā
āWhy, youāve been dressing like a slut in my class for the entire semester, my love- how could I not know?ā
And the only thing you can do is moan out like the slut he believes you were - your legs spread high on his shoulders, your pussy letting out the most filthy slurps and squelches as heās easing inside.
Hard and thorough, Nanamiās fucking himself inside you in slashes- just grazing his honed tip against your sweetest spots. Before pulling away when you start to twitch for more, more moreā
āSo close-ā You blubber out, āS-so close, Nana-ā
āExcuse me?ā
āSir.ā Correcting yourself in a single second.
Itās then that Nanamiās leaning in reeeeal close, and youāre looking up at the handsome man through your lashes. āGood girl.ā What youāre presented with is a splat! of his saliva being spat down, Nanami holding open your jaw to let it slide all the way towards the back of your throat. āNow thatās to fix that dirty mouth of yours- better not make that mistake again, alright?ā
Nodding, āY-yes sirā¦ā
āGood. Now letās see if you did your research- letās see if you can answer my questions, and weāll see if you deserve to have a baby fucked into you, alright?ā
āYes, sāoh.ā Youāre barely even given the time to compute his sentence before your sinful examination starts. And Nanami folds you deeper in on yourself, easily rubbinā his scorching hot tip against the very back of your cervix-
You start to shake at the feeling of his primal stretch and whineāāNow now, quiet during an examination. Or are you fucked too stupid to not even remember that, hm?ā It just made you so dizzy how Nanami Kento was so stoic, sensible, sweet - and yet he had these moments where something predatory slipped beneath the cracks and left you speechless. āFirst question, who was it that fucked you first?ā
Your head slips to the side of your pillow, locking eyes with a certain white-haired man thatād slipped his hand beneath his boxers. Lightly pumping- almost reluctantly but he just couldnāt help himself. āSatoruā¦ā
āHmā¦ā Nanami inclines his head at the man, blond locks plastering on his head. āAnd who was it that fucked you the hardest?ā
āSukunaāā Teary eyes blinking at the fraternity president, the way his crimson eyes narrowed at the sight. āK-Kuna did.ā
āAnd I assume that Geto Suguru was the one who was the fuckinā filthiest?ā As the other man speaks, Getoās giggle echoes out over the question. āTrue or false?ā
āT-TrueāāĀ
āThree correct in a row, thatās a hatrick.ā His rugged thumb reaches down and glides between your pussylips, collecting the dewdrops of syrup drivelling out of you. āWell done- you deserve a little- hah, reward for that, donāt you agree?ā The professor doesnāt even wait for your response before that very same digit of his presses down on your clit like a button. āDoes that feel good, my love?ā
And youāre so sensitive by the constant sultry assaults on your cunt, āY-yes, so goodāā
Only for Nanamiās tantalizing rolls over your clit to turn into a pinchā
āWrong answer, darling.ā
You scream out at the maddening answer, āWh-what do you-ā Head snapping up in surprise, before itās suddenly falling back into the pillows at the surge of pleasure. You saw the look in his eyes. āI mean sirāyes, sir.ā
āI fear your time is up, my love.ā
āWhat- oh.ā
And itās the last thing youāre able to get out before-Ā
Before Nanami shoves both your thighs up until theyāre ruthlessly hitting your tits. Before Nanamiās bending you into such a pliable shape beneath him. Before Nanami plummets straight to the deepest end of your channel to strike your cervix.
Fucking you firm. Hard. Heās mapped out every inch of you with only a few animalistic swabs, āThree out of four, thatās 75%āyou did better than I couldāve hah-hoped, darling.ā Blond brows raising, āThough you did make a careless mistake-ā
āIām sorryāā Youāre botching out through the husky cries in your throat, āIām sorry, sir-ā
āSo your final grade should come down toā¦ā The professor trails off, his vulgar strokes thumpinā away at your womb. Nanami shows no mercy for the bruises of his circumference heās sure to be forming there, Nanami shows no signs of stopping- ā-a fail.ā
Your eyes snap wide openāāN-no please, isnāt there something else I can do to make up for it-ā Fluttering your lashes in just the way you knew he liked - the same one you used all those times when you stayed behind his classes for something stupid. ā-sir?ā
Nanamiās biting down on his stern lower lip with a shiver, āYouāre lucky youāre my favorite.ā
And then with no trouble, heās placing a direct thump to the sweetest spot on the side of your channel that makes you scream. Just the sweetest speck that heās pushing in on.
Once. Twice. Thrice.
The blond-haired man leans down till the strands of his slicked hair tickle your forehead, panting into your open mouth. āThen how about another assignment, hm? Extra credit?ā
You nod fervently, sure that some rational part of you knew that this wonāt actually affect your semesterās grades. And yet there was some other part of you that just wanted to please him, to jerk your hips up into his with the cutest whimpers. āPlease- please, Iād be so grateful, sir.ā
āI need youā¦ā Youāre awaiting the rest of his sentence eagerlyābut Nanami Kento takes his looooong lecherous time pumping his cock into you in the meantime. Push after push. Breath after breath against the shell of your ear, ā-to get pregnant by me.ā
That was your assignment?
That was your assignment?
It sends your mind into a tizzy, and youāre just about opening your mouth to answer-
When the bed dips beside you.
Youāre looking up into the murky peripherals of Geto Suguru, his smile almost feline on his beautiful face. He looks between your shocked expression and Nanamiās furrowed brows, throwing his locks over his shoulder. āWhat? I thought class was in session?ā
Nanami grumbles, āDonāt push itā¦ā
āYou donāt expect more than one student at a time?ā Heās humming, milky thighs now splayed out on the mattress. Youāre gulping as you watch him cup his thickened base with one hand, giving his red-hot length a few pumps. āItās alright, Iāll just sit alllll the way at the very back-ā
And you gasp at the feeling of him pressing his veiny shaft into your open palm. Curling his ringed fingers around your smaller ones to give his erection a dragā
ā-you wonāt even- hck! know māhere.ā
āTch-ā Nanami clicks his tongue, channeling the tension at having the other man use your pretty self- into none other than your cunt. Into none other than thwacking! his heavy shaft deeper, harder, into you.
Youāre starting to get pushed up to the headboard, doing your very best to keep a constant rhythm on Getoās handjob. āPlease- ngh, please mānot gonna last long-āĀ
āI canāt bear it either.ā Gojoās shaky tone rings out.Ā
Heās taking just one step before Nanami sternly barks- āAnother step and I bribe all your professors into failing you this semester.ā
The blue-eyed man slouches in and grumbles.
All as the other two ruin you-
āThen hereās a mini-quiz for you, gorgeous.ā Geto hums, and Nanami glares at the other man. He continues as if he doesnāt see, āWhoās going to cum first- A). Youā¦ā And it sure was heading in that direction, if the way that Nanami was hitting your g-spot dead-on was anything to go by - you didnāt even know how he managed to spot it so precisely. The ratios of it being molded into your very cunt by his cock- āB). Professor Nanami Kento, here.ā
His ruby tip twitches deep against the gummy depths of your walls, spurting out a wad of promising white pre.
āOr C). Me.ā
And despite being you who was asked the question, itās Nanami whoās speaking up. āI donāt care what it is.ā He runs a free hand down the front of your stomach, āAs long as my daughterās healthy.ā
When heād first walked through those fraternity doors, youād expected Nanami to have been the restrained one. Perhaps the one that was more put-together than the other, perhaps the one that wouldnāt have been as affected by the little ongoing challenge to get you pregnant.
And yet, youāre realizing that perhaps your professor was a family man after all.
In no time heās dragging his cock out with a groan, letting the golden curls down his front scrape your skin carnally. Before with a final thrust- youāre cumming. Again.
āShit-ā Head growing airy at the feeling of him bruisinā your bundle of nerves again and again and again. āHow are you s-so good at hitting- that- spot-ā
āFuck, look at the way sheās dripping.ā Gojoās awed tone breaks across your synchronized moans.Ā
At the same time, both men on top of you were burstinā out into their own white-hot high. And from the edge of the room, the other two could see the coating of pure white around Nanamiās lengthy cock as he fucks his miry ribbons inside.
Spraying your insides like a flood. Hot and wet.
Itās a constant wave of creamy white overtaking the spots inside your walls, thoroughly glazing you from the inside. Gluing your thighs together. Feeling the salty aftertaste at your throat. āSh-shit, oh my god.ā And not a single drop was wasted because of the pillow heād smartly kept underneath you- āI feel so full, sir.ā
āSir? How kinky.ā Getoās panting out, thighs falling open. It only takes you a few slippery pumps to realize that he was pourinā out his orgasm as well. Down your wrist. Splattering onto your face.
Gliding uuuuup and down, uuuuup and down in an unsteady rhythm- shit, he has to admit that even those little jerks you give when Nanami smacks his hips onto yours felt good. Geto starts rutting up into you, his fuzzy black happy trail scratching your skin.Ā
Soaking with his cum.
Nanamiās nose crinkles when Geto dips a hand down to swipe at his treacly syrup and smear it all over your lips. āYou, Suguruā¦ā As if to say that your lips belonged to him, as if daring the other man to kiss you this way.
āWhat about me?ā
āIf you thought that would stop meā¦ā
Your professorās placing his lips onto yours instantly, murmuring-
āHow could I not kiss the future mother of my kids? Congratulations on completing my assignment, darling.ā He reaches a hand down to thumb inside your hole, just a few slick remnants that he had to take care of. āAnd congratulations on my daughter-ā
āTh-thank you, sir.āĀ
You could barely even breathe- just so much of Nanamiās and the othersā stuffing you from the inside.Ā
āIt seems the answer was D)...ā Geto rasps out, voice unsteady with the waves of bliss he was still riding out on your pretty palm. āAll of the above.ā
āThatās it- get off, my turn.ā Gojoās familiar tone bites out from nearby - though you were much too exhausted by this point to actually turn your head and look.
Sukuna hums too, āIāve never been more excited to do an assignment in my- heh, entire fuckinā life.ā
Nanami sighs, as if the other men were wearing on him already. He doesnāt look at them as he sticks his hand out, āMy tie.ā
They pause, for just a little- before Gojoās the one to actually spot the professorās usual tie. Handing it to him with a confused lookā¦a confused look that slowly melts into sensual agony once the blond-haired man ties the slip of fabric around your wrists.
Tight.
Restraining you to himāheās using his makeshift handcuffs to draaaag you to him like a ragdoll. āNow, you better behave while we breed you, my love.ā
āYes, sir.ā
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Itās one more round with Nanami and a sloppy makeout with Geto later that you find yourself being pummeled by Sukunaā¦and Gojo?
Theyād shifted you to lay on top of the wrestlerās toned body, your maw droolinā a wet sheen down his prominent pecs. He provided the perfect cushioning for you while drilling into you like a madmanāagain and again reclaiming the depths of your cunt as his.
While Gojo was pistoning his cock hurriedly into you from behind.
Of course, heād reached his high with a groan the moment heād slid his furious cockhead into your second entrance. Furiously pushinā his sappy wads inside-Ā
āSh-shitā¦ā The nerdy man shivers as he feels you clench your velvety insides, glasses slippinā down his nosebridge. He could feel the outline of Sukunaās thick cock sliiiiiiding against his- and he has to bite back a shudder at the fact. āYour dickās so small, itās depressing to feel it through my girlās pretty anorectal junction-ā
āYou think I like feeling yours, two-pump chump?ā Sukuna bites back. āMātrying to breed my woman here, how am I supposed to that when-ā
āWait wait wait- your woman?ā
āYour girl?ā
āCan you guys just sh-shut up andāfuck meā?ā Youāre trilling out stupidly, having had enough of the two men bickering above you.Ā
They more they argued, the harder they were fucking your two holes - each vein, ridge, and dimple plastering against your walls. It was just an incredible sensation, mind growing blanker by the thrust. By the ruuuuuub of their matching paces furiously filling in, splurging out pre, smearinā the slick mess. Not a single spot was left unturned as you were being stretched out on both ends, having both cylindrical intrusions claim you-
āAs you wish, sweetheart.ā
āYou said it, mama.ā
Neither of them would admit that having the other felt good for them, tooā¦
Itās then that thereāsāno, thereās no knock on the door.
Because you have to understand that most fraternity brothers have seen all there is to see, which meant that basic manners were ratherā¦forgotten whenever they were inside the house. Not that it ever revealed anything jaw-dropping during times like this, and most would just assume that a brother would lock the door if theyāre ever havingā¦time to themselves.
And you also have to understand that Ryomen Sukuna hated locking the door.
So it opens just a crack with a foreboding creeeeeeakā! and in walks the emo sex dream on campus.
5. Choso Kamo.
In Getoās band.
Wears eyeliner on a daily basis.
Always quiet and walking around campus with nothing but his headphones and sketchbook (artsy ooo~)
Wanna make him whimper!!
The very same man who, last semester, had shyly asked to draw you for his art exhibition - and ended up creating the most beautiful portrait humanly possible. It was one you couldnāt believe was of a person of this realm, let alone you. And when youād told half-joking told Choso that, heād repliedā
āBut of course itās of someone from this realm.ā His sweet doey eyes had scrunched in a way that was so genuinely confused, āItās of you. Do you not see yourself like I see you?ā
You had to admit that youād carried a little hallway crush on him since then.
And there he wasānot a step made inside Sukunaās room before youād dragged him to the bed yourself.
In almost no time, youād made Choso sit in the middle of the dampened bed- your legs somehow straddling his waist, your back arching, your moans filtering into the sticky air as you rode his cock with such hunger.
āI-I just came to deliver Sukuna his baggie-āĀ
Sukuna grunts, āOh yeah, thanks.ā
ā-and y-youāre saying thatāngh.ā You never imagined that Choso Kamo would be the type that couldnāt control his mewls, but right now every time your walls squeezed him just a tad too tight he was makinā the cutest noises. āYouāre saying that the goal is to- hck! g-get you pregnant, baby?ā
āYes, so good, Cho.ā Youāre blabbering out, your eyes practically turned into hearts.
Somehowā¦Choso was the largest size of them all- perhaps not the thickest, but his length was just increeeeeedible. Long and lucious, with the prettiest blushing tip. He was long enough that he was bashinā at your gooey cervix without even being all the way inside, he was long enough that he pumped all the way deeply against your womb and you got the distinct feeling that heād go even deeper if he could-
āEleven inches.ā Gojoās awestruck whisper breaks through your frenzied mind, āI swear that guyās eleven inches-ā
And the worst (or perhaps best) part was the silver Prince Albertās piercing that he proudly donned on his mushroomy tip. Cold metal contrasting with the feverish heat of his cockāmaking your irises swirl in the white of your eyes.
Geto whistles, āSee the amount of cum pourinā out of her? He might as well have undid all our hard work-ā
āWhy that emo little-ā
āThat only means we get to go again.ā Sukuna hums with a smirk. Not waiting for the othersā reactions before heās siddling up behind you, kissing aaaaaall the way down the line of your spine before reachinā a hand between your legs.
And you jolt as you feel the sudden spikes of pleasure taking over your cunt, Sukunaās thick fingertips pryinā aside your pussylips to latch onto your clit. Heās toyinā with your clit while you ride Choso, āFāfuck, keep going like that, it feels too good-ā
āAnd so you mean to say- we can g-get you pregnantā¦?ā Though Chosoās mind remained fixated on only one thing, and his voice quivered in disbelief. āWe can really get you pregnant? Really, really get you preg-ā
āFor fucksā sake-ā
āYou can, baby.ā Youāre cutting off Sukunaās rumble- making the other man huff and continue to roll his thumb against your knobbly clit. His erection rutting into you ravenously from behind, āYou can cum inside me-ā
Chosoās beautiful brown eyes widen, āCum inside-ā He bucks at just the words leaving your mouth.
āAnd fuck it inside all you want.ā You donāt think youāve felt this much power since you made Gojo cum just with a single touch of your pussy. And Choso was easily the same type to get utterly pussydrunk after only a few glides of his veiny cock.Ā
Just babbling and babbling away with the clenches of your cunt whenever you felt his pierced tip. Heās striking his painfully hard tip on top of your g-spot and letting the tears flow until you wondered who was feeling the sensation-
āAre you alright, baby?ā Youāre pushing back his sweaty bangs, staring into those eyes of his that were smudged with eyeliner.
Sukuna leans over, āYer never that nice to me, woman-ā
āShush before I ban you from the bed.ā You huff.
āMy own bed?ā
But the King of the Ring quietens down anyways, watching down as the man being ridden manages to string together a few coherent words - he couldnāt blame his frat brother. After all, heād already felt the filthy heaven that was your pussy, and it almost made him lose his mind as wellā¦And by now Choso was far beyond ruinedāāSo let me get thisā¦get this straight-ā
āGo on, baby.ā Youāre noticing that the man below you was so shattered that his mere body was jolting at the mention of anything to do with a baby.Ā
Even that cutesy nickname for him made him spurt out in a steam of miry pre, clinging onto your insides. He gasps, āYouāre saying that you want to- to haveā¦my baby?ā
Gojo pipes up from somewhere across the edge of the room, āAnd mine!ā
āMine first~ā Geto follows.
A heated huff behind you. āHeh, good fuckinā luck because itās gonna be mine.āĀ
āThat is unless itās not mine.ā Nanami pushes up his glasses, āWhich will be impossible.ā
Chosoās growing more and more dazed the more and more they speakāor perhaps he was just reacting to the speeding up of your hips. The way youāre leaning in so close with a sultry smile and saying, āIt can be yours, too, Choāā
And thatās all that it takes to make the poor man cum.
He didnāt expect it- he didnāt even think that it was on its way judging by the sudden jolt that wracks through him. Choso throws his head into the crook of your shoulder, jaw dropping open with little sobs as he furiously fucks himself through his high.
Again and again.
Wave after wave.
You think that Sukunaās ministrations might have you hitting one of yours, as well - but by now, you were far too gone to actually feel anything but tender zaps of pleasure.
Too caught up in the way that the brown-haired man was poooouring out as many droplets of cum as his balls could hold. Every single one. āYouāre saying- youāre saying that māgonna be the one to breed youā?ā Heās rasping out against the side of your neck, and Sukuna claims your other side with a possessive growl. āYouāre saying that Iām gonna fuck you all f-full and glowing?ā
Arching into the two toned men that sandwiched your, āYes, please-ā
āIām gonna feed this cunt with all the- ngh, cum she wants.ā All the wants and moreāit was drippinā out of you, a milky sheen that coats all three sets of your thighs, Chosoās own, and Sukunaās. āAnd then sheās gonna turn it into a baby thatās mine?ā
Gojo scoffs, āErm, actually-ā
āAnd sheās gonna be as beautiful as you-ā Choso doesnāt even seem to notice the interruption, doesnāt even seem to notice that he wasnāt breathing. Wasnāt doing anything but moving his plump tip inside of you and bashing every orifice with his puckered, pierced tip- āAnd sheās gonna have your smile, my eyes, your laugh, my hairāfuck, sheās gonna be just as beautiful as you.ā
It seems that heās tapered out the miry white cum thatād been seeping into you, and the man finds himself reclining back on Sukunaās bed.
Holding onto either side of your hips now, youāre shocked at the sudden claim that overcomes him once Choso bucks his hips of the bedsprings and starts rutting inside you- āGonna be so fucking beautiful- gonna be so fucking mine.ā Tip bulging. Piercing slick.
āP-pleeeease, Choāā Your head throws back, body starting to lean against Sukunaās for support.
When the other man swats away Sukunaās hand with no fear and starts toyinā hearts on top of your clit himself. The chipped black of his nail polish marking out exactly where his fingers were moving in a frenzy.
The wrestler raises a brow, āOiā¦ā
But Chosoās paying no heed, āGonna fuck- fuck my baby into ya, baby.ā His dark lashes quiver with tears, just so big and pretty and sensitive. āGonna have everyone look at you and see what I did-ā Gojo gets up with a growl, and Choso only spreads apart your pussylips with his fingers so that he can see better. The way you were dripping in his cum.Ā
āGonna have everyone see you walking down the street and know that I got you pregnant.ā It was just so surprising the sheer intensity he was fucking you withāyouāre crash-landing into yet another high of the night. And the emo boy was fucking you perfectly through it, letting his bulbous piercing scraaape your dewy insides. āGonna have everyone see you buying baby clothes and let them know thatās for my baby.ā Balls tightening, āGonna have these fuckers see her in nine months and see me, me, meāā
Chosoās fucked himself into oblivion against your cunt, inside your sopping wet walls - until heās pushing into his second high of the night.
And the more heās pushing those clingy white wads inside, the more pussydrunk he seems to be getting. āGonnaā-pregnant.ā Only broken fragments of his thoughts and words echoing out, Choso was rubbinā his reddened tip raw on your pussy. āGet youāngh, mineābabyā¦ā
Again and again, he was emptying his aching balls inside of you. Twitching after each white-hot pour of his syrup that left you flooded.
And itās only after heās done with his wave of euphoria that your jaw drops at his state. Utterly ruined.
āAre you o-okay, Cho?ā Genuinely asking.
But the pierced man only looks up at you with tears in his eyes, āBaby, am- am I pregnant?ā
Your jaw dropsāfuck. Fuck, he was that pussydrunk.
But Sukuna only cackles from behind you, āThe fuck did you ask?ā He looks over his shoulder at the three other men who were just hypnotized by the sight, āOi! Dāyou fuckers hear that?ā
āItās certainly an interesting idea.ā Geto hums, drawing nearer.
āIf thereās anyone here that sheās going to get pregnant first- then itās going to be me.ā Gojo stabs a thumb at himself, and you all turn to look at him. Slightly abashed at the sudden attention, he pushes his glasses up his nose with a blush. āB-but of course, I know thatās impossible with the considerations of a lack of seminiferous tubules and even if there was a vans deferens the considerations of a male wombā¦ā Trailing off.
Youāre so fucked that you almost donāt realize that all five men were on the bed in mere moments.
Surrounding you.
Gojo and Nanamiās cocks being guided to your sweaty hands, they themselves starting to move your palms down their needy lengths. Choso perking his hips up still as if unstoppable, as if it doesnāt even matter how sensitive he was if he could just fill you up once moreā
āH-hold on-ā Youāre gasping down at the brown-haired man, āHold on, Cho, are you sure you can-ā
āHold on?ā Choso chokes out, āHold on.ā
Before tunneling straight into your womb with no apology-
āMātrying to f-fuck you till youāre pregnant and dripping with my seed and you want me to hold on- never say that again, baby.ā He leans in closer and whispers, āNever.ā
Before your mouthās plugged up with Sukunaās cock.
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Where the others were possessive, Geto was just downright filthy.
You hadnāt even allowed your brain to register the feeling of Chosoās plummy, split-ended tip pulling out of you with a plop! Just the sheer length of it singed into your walls- āSh-shit.ā Youāre shivering sensitively, āWhat nowāoh.ā
And you donāt have to ask before youāre feeling it again.
Him.
Geto Suguru with his muscular front against your back, taking Sukunaās position behind you on the mattress. āA full nelson, huh, Ryomen?ā His breathy voice echoes out behind you. āYou know, that might just work- cāmere, Satoru.ā
Gojo perks up where heād been sulking in his chair, āMe?ā
āYou.ā All laid behind Geto now, you were just so far gone that you barely even feel it once he spreads apart your jittery legs. With a single swipe of his ringed fingers, heās baring your cream-covered cunt for everyone to see. All gooey and wet with the wads of cum trickling out of you. āCāmere and eat her out while I fuck her.ā
āI thought you were going to let me fuck her- out of the kindness of your heart.ā Gojo huffs, but gets down before you two anyways.
āWhat heart?ā
And itās the last thing youāre hearing before Getoās incredibly hardcockhead is mazing between your walls. Heād waited all this time since the beginning of the night, through the new additions to the bedroom, and now was his time. Now he was not waiting a single second for you to get used to his primal size. Not waiting a single second even feeling apologetic-Ā
āSābecause I have no heart that māreaching for hers~ā
Gojo might have been the longer out of the two, but Geto was most certainly the thickest. An incredible girth that might just be one of the thickest youāve encountered this entire night, his entire tannish tip covered in a few squiggly veins that perfectly outlined your cunt.
And the thing wasā
Geto lived up to be just as good as his mouth was - he lived up to all the talk. He was leaving you stupid with only a few swabs of his puckered red tip, dribblinā out gooey pre āround your entrance and then pushing then pushing each ounce iiiiiiinwards.
Again and again.
2. Geto Suguru.
Fucking PRETTY
RingsĀ
In a band
Already super close friends. Two in one go??
You met him at one of his gigs on campus, and you admit youād been struck by the music- but also the singer himself. Rather accosting him after the show, it was a fast track to becoming friends.
And Geto Suguru wasā¦Geto Suguru.
Anyone else might have gone a little slower in the beginning, anyone else might have let you at least get used to his incredible length before utterly ruining you - but Geto Suguru had your pussylips split upon his cock and was reaching in ravenously. Hard. Quick strikes. Not waiting a single second before plapping! at the very back of your spongy cervix and glidinā back down, not waiting a single second after heās making everyoneās cum pour out of you-
And Geto doesnāt even speak to you from behind until heās sure heās made your pretty pussy surge into your orgasm at least twice like his.
Carefully movinā about the rude red tip of his shaft, he spanks a bruise onto your g-spot a few times and watches as you shatter as if made of porcelain-
āSo how about it, gorgeous?ā Getoās gasping voice from behind you, the curtain of his long inky hair tickling your sensitive skin. He had you pinned against his back with a single pale arm, āDecided on which one of us you want to make your- hngh, baby daddy yet?ā
āF-fuck, Iām not quiteā¦ā Your sentence trails off with pleasure.
āYeah? Not quite yet?ā He continues from behind you, acting for all the world as if he wasnāt just singlehandedly ruining you on his velvety shaft. And you could practically hear the pout in his purring voice, āWell, youāre going to have to- mmm, decide soon if you really wanna baby, yāknow?ā
Back arching, āYesāyes-ā
āOh, who am I kidding?ā And the waves of your bliss were roaring in your ears, leaving your friendās sing-song voice sound as if almost from a distance.Ā
He doesnāt say anything before reaching his roughened-up hands down between your tits, sloooowly - almost as if he was attempting not to scare off his prey. āThereās someone- heh, better I can ask about thatā¦ā
āWhat are youā¦ā Youāre choking on so many of your whines as he reaches down and presses the slender tips of his fingers on top of your stomach, slightly bloated with sopping cum. And it just makes you guuuuush- āShit shit sh-shit, Suguru, what are youāoh.ā
āWhoops, was that me?ā Getoās purring out from behind you, ignoring the protests that erupt from every corner of the room. āSilly me~ I didnāt realize she was leaking this fucking much- we might just hafta fuck her like this all over again boys.ā
āI mean, I would gladly.ā Sukuna rumbles.
āShit, same.ā The white-haired man gulps from below, it was here that he could get the perfect vision of the ivory sap flowing out of you. Hotly melting between your pussylips and reachinā the curled tip of his tongue, āShit, what are you even doing to her, Suguru-ā
āHmmmmā?ā Because none of them had ever fucked you like this.
While the other men had their goals of breeding you until you were all roooound and glowing, Geto had a slightly altered goal of doing that in the way that would most leave your pussy crying. Leave you crying.
They could see it right now, the way that the bassist would speed his slender hips until they were almost nothing but a blur between your legs. Roughly mazinā the crown edge of his shaft until it felt like you were twitching from pleasure- until it felt like you were just a liiiiittle too close to reaching your high. And the only thing that Geto Suguru could do then is slow down.
Achingly so, until youāre left sobbing for moreā
āToo fucking filthy.ā Sukunaās whistling, bulging biceps crossed. He cocks his head at the nerdy man, āSo are ya gonna eat her out or just stare- because I could do a right job of it-ā
āShut up.ā
And Gojo Satoru was never one to not catch up.
He lets his slick tongue flop out, gulping at the ivory sap flowing out of you. Itās like a hot melt between your swollen pussylips- āMmmāā So fucking filthy. Too fucking filthy. And yet, he didnāt know if he was the filthier one for then reaching out and letting his tongue across your folds, dipping just a little lowerā¦āMmmpf- Suguru, did she say which one of us she wanted as the- hngh, babyās father yet?āĀ
āThaās exactly what Iām asking her, Satoru.ā Geto responds.
And in no time youāre feeling his fingertips push down on your womb once again, making it hard for you not to shatter into yet another one of your highs - but you were so overstimulated by this point that even that felt like a mere few tingles. āLetās seeeeeāā His breathy tone was in your ear, lookinā down at the other man between your legs. āI think māhearing āSuguruā, gorgeousā¦ā
āWhere the fuck are you-ā Gojo himself is interrupted by a particularly loud splosh of sap trickling out from between your pussylips. And he canāt lie, heās listening to the noise himself as if it was human words. āShe did not fucking say that, donāt put words in my girlās mouth- pussy.ā
Geto arches a brow, āThen what did she say?ā
āShe said āSatoruā.ā Stubbornly replying from below.
Getoās snapping his hips up viciously at the feeling of his best friendās tongue licking at your hole, parts of his textured tongue gliding down his own shaft. āMmm, you fucking wish- just listen to her.ā Making the echoing slurps grow louder and louder.
āNuh-uh, fucking listen to this-ā With the other manās tongue slippinā between your folds and dragging out just as many noises.
āHeh, yeah rightāā
You didnāt even know which one of them was being louder at this point, because whenever you thought that it might be Geto then Gojo was tugginā on your clit with his teeth and making you moan- and whenever you thought that it might be Gojo then Geto was planting his hand down on your tummy and making you leak out. Making you formulate a puddle of slick that both men were just addicted toā
āP-pleaseā¦ā As if this was nothing but your little mantra, and it kept echoing out of you like a broken record player. You didnāt know what exactly you were begging for - for more, for mercy, for your life-
āI know.ā Geto hisses from behind you, his sharp canines starting to dig into the side of your neck. āHow about we ask her, Satoru?ā
Gojoās eyes snap above his foggy glasses, āGood idea- sweetheart, isnāt it me that your wombās begging for?ā
āIsnāt it me youāve been dreaming of getting pregnant by?ā Geto speaks out as well.
And youāre following the two men like a tennis match, with your stupidly dazed eyes bouncing between the rude pumps that Geto was placing on your cunt, the way that Gojoās tongue somehow forked into all the right places.
Driving you wild.
āI-is it me, sweetheart-ā
āItās me, isnāt it, gorgeous-ā
And when it seemed as though you were far too stupid on their movements to answer, Geto was reaching his hand down and pinching your clitāthe very same that Gojo was surging up to and suckling. Both of them are fighting for purchase on you. Both of them ending up only making your pleasure ebb even deeper- and your nth high of the night crashing through your body.
āB-bothā!ā Youāre calling out, getting the lewd attention of everyone watching. You buck and thrash on top of him, āWant both, Suguru- Satoru- fuck, I want both of you-ā
āThen itās settled.ā
The bulbous end of his cock pulses away inside you, dragging back and forth along your walls in a way that was frenzied. He smears aside your legs even further and furrows his brows, āThen itās settled-ā Getoās pants making the skin on the side of your neck perspire, his slender hips arching up into you in a way that you werenāt even sure was possible. Just the best angles hittinā each throbbing spot inside you until you gasp, ā-that our babyās gonna have two daddies, huh?ā
And itās almost as if that was enough to make Geto Suguru crash into his own high, like he couldnāt control himself at the image - he couldnāt stop himself at the thought of you being fucked by him and his best friend. In no time, his high was shooting straight through him and ending up smeared against the wetness of your cervix.
Right at the very back, itās splattering out in a distinct warmth that you note. He doesnāt move a single inch as he pumps you through the shivers of his high. Pump after pump. Push after push that leaves you primally speechless. āOh my godāā Your mouth waters as youāre filled up with wad after wad of gooey white-
āSuguruās just fine, gorgeous.ā He hums from beneath you, thrusts loooooong and thorough pushing in every single ribbony white excess. āOr maybe even- the future father of your kids.ā
āI-Iād like thatā¦ā Twitching through the way he was fucking you like an animal. And just below, Gojo was much the same- just lickinā and lickinā away between your legs while Geto fucked you stupid. Youāre filled up to the brim, until it was almost too much to keep insideā
And Gojo thinks he might just cream himself just from the very vision- āDonāt tell me youāre gonna cum already, Satoru?āĀ
āFuck off, Suguru.ā
.
.
Toji Fushiguro doesnāt get fucking paid enough.
Being the security guard on a college campus isnāt exactly the most lucrative job in the first place, but it was made worse by the fact that he had to deal with thatācollege kids. Toji himself was about ten years past his own college day, though that was not to say that his experience as a security guard didnāt hone him to handle all clientele. He could handle awkward high schoolers. He didnāt care about screaming middle schoolers.Ā
Hell- even the pre-schoolers seemed to have just a bit more sense than some twenty-somethings with too much alcohol and too little self-preservation on their hands.
Which is why he was answering a call at 3AM.
Perfect, those never bode well.
The complaint had come from the resident of some nearby dorm whoād happened to pass by the Curses Epsilon frat house (god, Toji fucking hated frats) and heard someā¦strange noises. It was far too loud and far too many voices for them to discern, apparently. And though theyād rung the bell, it seems that no one had been home.
Except for the strange noises, that is!
Looking up at the sprawling mansion from here, Toji could see just one light in the entire building turned on. It seems there was someone home - though likely only the resident of this particular room.Ā
And Toji didnāt need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that this was likely some frat dudebro (god, Toji fucking hated dudebros) who had a bad trip or far too much to drink. This fraternity in particular was always infamous for their ragers, ones that Toji himself has had to shut down many times.Ā
So heās announcing his presence before trying the door hand andāah, and it opens. Just as he expected (god, did he say he fucking hated frats?)
Entering through the dimly-lit living space, the noises only got louder the closer he got to a certain residentās room.
The closer he got toā
āWhat the-ā Tojiās flinging open the door to Ryomen Sukunaās room, breath catching at the sight (cock twitching). ā-fuck.ā
You.
You, you, you, you.
Toji Fushiguro has wanted to fuck you since the moment he saw you.
Ever since last semester when youād bribed him - oh, the sweet audacity - into letting you and your friends throw a party by bringing him a bottle of fine whiskey. Heād laughed in your face, of course, before ultimately taking the spoils and grumbling that you could (ābut only until 1AMā heād said).
That night he sipped on his whiskey, wondering if the pretty pussy underneath that thin skirt of yours was just as sweet. Just as addictive.Ā
And here you were nowālaid across Ryomen Sukunaās bed and being filled by five men in all of your holes.
And, well, did Toji mention that he didnāt get paid enough?
6. Toji Fushiguro.
That HOT campus security omg (someone should put his face on the campus magazine and the applications would fill in)
BUFFFFFFFFFFFFF X5
Gruff but lowkey has a soft spot
Rumor says heās a DILF (hmmm?)
Heās starting to tug off his uniform immediately, āDonātcha worry, doll-ā Toji snickers at the shocked look on your face, looming closer to you. To where you were sprawled on the bed and getting pinned by one set of Sukunaās hands. ā-I donāt snitch.ā
And the long-haired one in a band - Geto, he believes his name was - grins. āWelcome to the club.ā
The rickety bedsprings creak as he joins you all on the bed. āThis bedās gonna fuckinā break.ā Sukuna rolls his eyes.
āShut up, brat.ā And only the older man was the only one here who would possibly talk to Ryomen Sukuna that way. Toji shoos away the other men to meet you in the middle of his dampened sheets, brows raising at the sheer amount of white sap pourinā out of you. Heād overheard some of the things thatād been said before he came butā¦fuck. āDamn, they really did a number on you, hm?ā
You can only nod, āMhmāā
āAnd you donāt regret a single thing.ā
āW-wellā¦ā You look away, unsure what to say.
āNo no, sāgood.ā Toji coosāalmost. His tone was far too mean for that, āA girl like you should enjoy yourself during your college years.ā
Youāre jolting at the inkling of something dangerous in his tone- as do some of the others. But you donāt get to think too long about it before Toji has one roughened hand flipping you over. The other shoving your head down into the pillows- āBut let me show you how a real man breeds ya now.ā
You can only nod.
He tugs down - merely tugs down - his pants until the thick reddened tip of his cock hits your pussylips. Smearinā down the crevice of your cunt, watching as you drivel a wet glaze down Tojiās lengthāhe wastes no fucking time before edging his hips upwards and shovingāāYāknow, Iāve always wondered whether these college boys were fuckinā you right.ā
āN-ngh, fuckāā Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. Toji was just so thick - thicker than anyone here, with more veins than your feverish mind could even count by now.
āYeah? Iāve always wondered whether they could- ngh, satiate this pretty pussy like she deserves-ā Toji snickers, watching as you shake beneath him. ā-the way I could do it.ā
āH-hey! I think we did a good job-ā Toji sends Gojo one look his way and he shuts up.
The older man glides his calloused fingertips down your spine, drawing sensual hearts that make you shiver. āBecause unlike these damn college boys, yāknow it takes a reeeeal hard earner ta know the feeling of wantinā to provide.ā Heās gruffing out, hips hitting yours in half-ruts. āA real family man.ā
āOh fuck off, old man.ā Sukuna rolls his eyes, āYouāre looking at the future of wrestling right here-ā
āAnd a future Nobel Prize winner!ā Gojo pipes up, but hides behind the pink-haired man anyway.
Nanami chimes in as well, āI fear I simply do not see the point you are trying to make, Mr. Fushiguro.ā
They were in an uproar.Ā
But to everyoneās surpriseā¦Toji Fushiguro isnāt getting angry. Toji Fushiguro is smiling- āHehhhh, fear you donāt see the point mātrying to make, huh? Letās just put it this way thenā¦ā Almost muttering to himself, before heās grabbing onto either side of your waist and funneling your womb with all his girthy seven inches. ā-weāre about to make my son a big brother tonight.ā
Their jaws drop.
Oh.
Oh.
They were well-aware that the security guard was single, all by his lonesome, according to gossiping admirers who had the courage to ask - but no one could have ever guessed that the man had a son.
And right now he was fucking you like he wanted to make a second-Ā
āIāve always wanted to show her- fuck, to show this pussy that even older men can fuck you gooooood, honey.ā Just as he promises, heās reaching for your g-spot faster than anyone else before him. Harder. Scourinā your honeyed walls and making sure that Tojiās cock was thoroughly etched against your pussy, āSo how about it? Got a thing for DILFs?ā
āYesāā Your velvety walls are squeezing his length and Toji holds onto you so tight that his nail marks take home on your skin. āYes fuck, how did you know-ā
āBecause everyoneās gotta thing for DILFs.ā Heās snickering from above you, abs glissading faster down your back. Your mouth drops ajar at the way that Toji reaches down and squeezes your clit with no hesitation. āBut whaddaya feel about becoming a MILF?ā
āSh-she was mine first.ā Gojo growls out from your side, holding onto your arm as if to tug you away.
But Toji only glances over like he just realized the other man was there, lazily looking him up and down. āNatural selection, kid. Iām gonna be the one to make her a momma.ā
āThatās bullshit.āĀ
āKeeeep talking.ā
Toji Fushiguroās fucking you like an animal - short, rapid bucks and ruts of his hips just to fit inside. Just to manage to stretch out your walls to his girth, and then draaaaag all the way back out again to repeat. āHeh, sāa big stretch- I know.ā Almost as if he was out of control. And with his meanness, he didnāt mind being so sloppy with it that after a few thrusts his cockhead would slip out of your hole. Ending up slidinā between your lips and grazing his flared slit along your most sensitive spots. Toji holds onto the base of his cock and shovels in even more ruthlessly than before.
Just to make you whine a bit moreā
āHandle it.ā He gruffs out from behind you, shaggy black bangs tickling the back of your neck. And Tojiās pistoning into you at a pace that leaves you dizzy, āI said fucking- hah, handle it. Yer gonna have an even bigger of a stretch down there in nine months- heh.ā
āYouāre just so mean.ā You huff.
āMe?ā Toji coos in amusement, āAw, doll, you havenāt seen mean yet.āĀ
Youāre holding onto his pale pillows for dear life as he fills you up once more, āOhhh, feels so good, Toji-ā Again. And again.
āOh yeah? Oh yeah?ā And he sounds fucking ecstatic at the fact. He grips onto the back of your throat with one hand, āYou see- when ya get to my age you just donāt have time for the- hah, nonsense.ā Fucking you hard and fast.Ā
And purposeful.
It felt like Tojiās rounded tip was hitting every spot he wanted it to, and even the slightest rub of his zig-zagging veins left you speechless. You werenāt even sure whether you were shaking because of the sheer stimulation or because he was just that good- āJust needa find a niiiice girl ta settle down with.ā His rumbling tone continues, āTreat her all nice, get her everything she wants- heh, then pump her full with a kid or twoāget all of them everything they want.ā
āShit-ā You gasp out, trying to buck against the creaky mattress. āFuck, mājust so sensitive-ā
āAnd what is it that you want, momma?ā
The only thing that you can cry out now, āT-to cumāā
His fingers twist on your clit even harder, āAnything for the mother of my kid.ā He speeds up, heavy balls hitting you in light spanks. āAnything-ā He snarls, your cunt was just dangerously fluttering around him. āGoooood, right? Goooood?ā
āGood-ā You hiccup- āSo good-ā
āNuh uh, doll- sāit so goooood?āĀ
Toji might have been teasing you, but you still manage to find yourself repeating. āS-so gooooood-ā
āSoooo good?ā
Completely dumbified by now that you werenāt even sure what you were saying, the tell-tale twitches at the base of your stomach tells you that youāre close. āSo, sooooo good.ā
āHeh, how cute. So dumb on my cock.ā He hums, āAnd can ya say Mrs. Toji Fushiguro?ā
āMrs. Tojiāoh.ā
And the next thing youāre actually seeing with your own two eyesā¦the bulging erection of Gojo Satoru. His pale thighs spread wide open in front of you, his puckered red tip being tapped on your lips. He wasnāt going to let you finish that particular sentence any time soon - or ever, really. āOpen wide fāme, sweetheart? Let me see that cavum orisā¦ā
āS-Satoruāā You whine, letting your jaw unfasten for him.
And itās as if the moment theyāre seeing their inexperienced friend take initiative, the rest of them were just rushing at you. Because Gojoās slickly smooth tip thrusts between your lips- and then you have Geto and Sukunaās hands dragging both of yours to their cocks.
Nanamiās even snaking his hands underneath to massage your sore tits.
Tojiās hands the only thing keeping your body held up- āFuckinā animals.ā Heās hissing between gritted teeth, nose crinkling in a look of primal need. āGo easy on āer- sheās the momma of my future kid.ā
āNo, mine.ā Nanamiās the first to speak.
āMine.ā
āMine~ā
Choso blinks, āM-mine?ā
āN-no, mmmāā Gojoās head falls back at the slide of your textured tongue underneath the line of his mushroom tip, ā-mine.ā
And when Toji finally cums itās with all five other men still with their hands on you.Ā
Pumping his seed in primal, rapid half-thrusts in and out.
Massaging your elastic hole. Caressing your deepest insides with all his puffy veins.
Your face is being pushed up against Gojoās toned v-line and thereās nothing you can do about it, your nose scratching on his sultry ivory hairs. Tojiās length just felt so perfect - you could feel the curve of his cockhead piston gluey webs against your very throat with how hard he was pumping himself into you.Ā
In and out, in and out, in and out until he could feel that sweet, sweet resistance of your hole and heās forced to ease back out. He was reluctant to pull out even when he could feel the recoil of your cervix begging him to move- to fuck his ivory syrup deep inside.Ā
So much of itā
All of it mixing into one making you feel so full-
āAy ay- stop fucking into her mouth so hard, how māI supposed to breed her like this?ā Toji tuts at Gojo.
āCan you blame me?ā He, too, was milking his length on your heavenly body. Overflowing with a line of cum that streams out from his pretty strawberry divot and down to your throat- Gojo watches it all disappear between your lips and shivers.
Until Toji roughens out an incredibly hard jackhammer that has you spilling a few strings out of your mouth. āHeh, whoops-ā
āFuck you-ā
āFuck you-ā
āI thought we were fucking her.ā Getoās humming through the argument, tilting his head down at you. āHow about me next, gorgeous?ā And you wished you had the rationality at this point to let him know that you were just barely getting through your nth high of the night-
Waves of tender bliss flowing through you.
You think you might pass out.
āDonāt you fucking dare.ā Gojo hisses, and youāre just letting of Tojiās cock with a pop! and a few more sultry sounds of cum gushing out of you. Before heās crushing you to his front, staring them all down. āItās my turn again.ā
āYou fuckinā wish-ā
āSatoru-ā
āHow crude-ā
āWellā¦ā
āSheās mine.ā
1. Gojo Satoru.
Super cute
Probably a big D
Secret freak (tracked ovulation!??)
However has no experience (not quite a con?) and no place to fuck in (single bed + has a roommate, Geto)
2. Geto Suguru.
Fucking PRETTY
RingsĀ
In a band
Already super close friends. Two in one go??
3. Ryomen Sukuna.
Frat boyā¢ (leader of Curses Epsilon)
Probably REALLY good in bed
On his way to become a pro wrestler (headlocks omg??)
Might be roughā¦
4. Nanami Kento.
The HOTTEST prof/ TA this campus has ever seen
Such a gentleman (opens doors, eye contact even when wearing skimpy tops, reads feminist books omg)
MatureĀ
Some think heād be dry in bed thoā¦
5. Choso Kamo.
In Getoās band.
Wears eyeliner on a daily basis.
Always quiet and walking around campus with nothing but his headphones and sketchbook (artsy ooo~)
Wanna make him whimper!!
6. Toji Fushiguro.
That HOT campus security omg (someone should put his face on the campus magazine and the applications would fill in)
BUFFFFFFFFFFFFF X5
Gruff but lowkey has a soft spot
Rumor says heās a DILF (hmmm?)
āSeems we have quite the conundrum on our hands.ā Getoās the one to hum above the squabbling, and as he turns to you, so does everyone else - all six of them.Ā
Looking at you.
āSo?ā Gojo urges. āWhich one of us will it be?ā
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series synopsis ā¤ After a sex scandal at your last University that led to your expulsion, you thought your life was over. A few days later, you mysteriously receive a full-ride scholarship to a far more elite institution where sex and desirability unknowingly rules over everything.
meet the cast ā¤ jjk!men x f!reader; plug!choso x f!reader, nerd!gojo x f!reader, frat!sukuna x f!reader, drug lord!toji x f!reader, professor!nanami x f!reader, frat!geto x f!reader, professor!higuruma x f!reader, etc.
content ā¤ fem!reader, college non-curse au, explicit nsfw scenes (sex), exhibitionism, threesomes/foursomes, satosugu, lots of drugs, very slight hints of infidelity, manipulation, themes of polyamory, tojikuna, age gaps, blackmail, corruption, angst, drug use, obsession, porn with plot, lots of partying, possessiveness, love triangles, slow burns, alcohol, toxicity, fluff, situationships left and right, etc.
need to know ā¤ This is the official masterlist! There will be a synopsis for each episode along with its over all contents as we go along. Disclaimer, each season has one primary man it focuses onāthere will be a total of sixābut everything connects in one way or another by the end. Lastly, if you are a minor, please do not interact.
Episode One: One Manās Trash
Sex scandals are bad, but yours was by far the worst. . . With your sweet best friendās voice in your ear, will you be able to move forward after this?
Episode Two: Another Manās Treasure
Things begin to change for you at an alarming rate. New school, new faces, new everything. Itās only natural that you gravitate towards a new man as well.
Episode Three: Drugs & Hella Melodies
According to Gojo, youāre supposed to be staying away from drugs & the people who deal them. Unfortunately for his concern, youāre doing everything but.
Episode Four: Fuck For Sum'
What began as a simple agreement between you and Choso slowly transcends into something deeper than either of you prepared for. After all, heās keen on proving to you that he doesnāt do anything for free.
you get caught between the campus' valedictorian and hearthrob, completely unaware that they're actually twins and not just one annoying person. what happens when your heart gets caught up in the messy drama between rivaling twins?
ā” āĖā§ cw. college au :: lots of smut :: angst :: messy dynamics :: named twin :: jealousy/possessiveness :: messy reader :: semi public sex :: parties :: nerd/delinquent trope :: academic rivals :: fuckboy!bikerjo :: rival!nerdjo
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when you actually piss š¢ šššššš off enough for him to brat tame you, he's alllll about thigh fucking.
and no, not easing his dick between the plush or making you bounce on his lap while he slips between.
no. thigh. fucking.
he'll make sure you're standing in front of him. facing him. grip your ass until the fat squishes between his finger gaps. so that his hard cock is suffocated right against your cunt. so that you feel every pulsing vein and gyrate of his ridges so right on your clit. rubbing and harassing but never giving you what you want.
as he leers over you. no grin, no smirk, just the scar wretched over his glaring eye and a frown on his pale lips.
as smacks! his hips into yours. clamouring, merciless claps echoing in wet shlaps of skin-on-skin.
he yanks you forward on every thrust. thumping your chest into his. jostling your clit and cunt on the length of his cock while all you can do is limp on him. slick spilling all over your quivering thighs and your fingers clinging to whatever part of him you can.
treating you like a little ragdoll for his cock rather than his babydoll. with the most filthy grunts on your ear.
āthis what you wanted? yeah? wanna be my lil' slut doll instead?ā as he's shoving your thighs together. toppling you onto him so you're standing on his shoes and drooling on his shirt.
as he pounds between your thighs. prince albert slipping on your slick and kissing your clit.
ālisten to that fucking pussy. so wet. she cryin' for me baby? awww, you crying?ā
it's the only time he'd grin, catching your lobe between his teeth as he giving one last, brutal thrustsā then yanking back to smooch his tip flat on your clit. fisting his cock with one hand and gripping your thighs closed with the other. so that the little bud is smothered in his creamy cum.
mocking, taunting what you could have stuffing you full. but instead, you're left with messy thighs and shaky knees.
ālook at that,ā he crooned, low and chuckled as he nipped on your jaw. rubbed his still-spilling tip on your slit. smearing his cum all over.
āpussy's sooooo upset at me ain't she? crying like a baby.ā
laughing at you. he's laughing at you. breathless, and ragged, as he gripped your face and squished it in his big hand.
satoshi really could be so mean when you push his buttons enough.
ā A Hot ShowerĀ
[ š |Ā you miss your boyfriend very much. ]
ā IntoxicatingĀ
[ šš |Ā be careful with your drink. ]
ā Waiting GameĀ
[ š |Ā sub!yoongi ;)Ā ]
ā JittersĀ
[ š |Ā a pre-concert quickie. ]
ā True Love Cafe
[ šš |Ā an apocalypse.Ā ]
ā cartography
[ š | you wanted to kiss his face. ]
ā ARE YOU READY?
[ š š outcast!AU | it was only a game. ]
{ series }
āĀ Vampire!Yoongi
(non-chronological +Ā drabbles/one-shots)Ā
[ i. white christmas | ii. provident šš¹ / +Ā drabble | iii. garden of eden | iv. answer | v. appetite | vi. the arrangement (prequel) -Ā part one / part two | vii. thrice bitten | viii. talk | ix. kisseth ]
ā CEO!Yoongi
(non-chronological +Ā drabbles/one-shots)
[ i. home is for the holidays | ii. a kiss of convenience | iii. valentino | iv. valentina | v. filthy š Ā | vi. sleeping in | vii. pillow talks we didnāt haveĀ š | viii. personal assistant ]
ā in every life, i will find your shoulder to cry on
[ š¹reincarnation!AU | theĀ many times you found and lost and found kim seokjin.Ā ]Ā
ā The Stork
[ šš single mom!reader | being a single mom hadnāt been the plan, but a handsome stranger in the park makes it a little bit easier. ]
ā Bound For Life
[ š historical!AU | sub!jin ;) ]
{ series }
ā Vampire!Jin
[ drabbles/one-shots ]
{ i. illuminate | ii. pulchritude | iii. mistletoeĀ | iv. amaranthine }
Drabbles
namjoon
{ oneshots }
ā The Take-Home TestĀ +Ā pt. 2 drabbleĀ + bonus epilogue-ish drabble
[ š¹š |Ā in which delivering homework goes veryā¦ very wrong. ]
ā Your Wish Is My Command
[ š |Ā happy birthday indeed. ]
ā Duck and Cover
[ š | as a staff member, you worst nightmares are namjoon, and a camera. ]
āĀ Until You Make It
[ š š | first he was your classmate, friend, co-worker. then you were in love. ]
ā So Ask NicelyĀ
[ š + drabble |Ā hobi is better than any ex-boyfriend. ]
{ series }
āĀ Vampire!Hobi
[ drabbles/one-shots ]
{Ā i. supperĀ | ii. blow out the candles | iii. accidental favors | iv. unreasonableĀ | v. bathwater }
Drabbles
jimin
{ oneshots }
ā Poster BoyĀ
[ š¹š |Ā jimin: popular soccer team senior. you: paired with him for the biology project. happy birthday!Ā ] + bonus drabbles
{ series }
ā Vampire!Jimin
[ drabbles ]
{ i. admit it | ii. well-intentioned | iii. breathing room | iv. good luckĀ | v. sleep tight | vi. the well-traveled | vii. sweet dreams š | viii. breaking of the fast š }
Drabbles
taehyung
{ oneshots }
ā Not A Little DifferenceĀ
[ š |Ā hard bdsm, dom!taehyung. ]
{ series }
ā I Need A Fix + The Fire and the Hunger
[ š demon!taehyung | a strange evening, a club, alone. ]
{ part 3 coming soon }
ā Vampire!Taehyung
[ drabbles ]
{ i. all in good funĀ | ii. leadĀ | iii. followĀ | iv. homesickĀ | v. escortĀ | vi. parasitic }
Drabbles
jeongguk
{ series }
ā MercurialĀ
[ vampire!jeongguk |Ā being a newborn vampire is messy.Ā ]
{ chapters:Ā 1 | 2 | 3Ā | 4 | Ā coming soon! }Ā
ā The Lake House
[ š a family vacation with your oldest childhood friend is not going to be easy. ]
{ chapters: 1 | coming soon! }
Drabbles
everybody!!!
ā fetishĀ
[ š |Ā headcanon one-shots for all the boysā sexual inclinations~*~Ā ]
{ i. jin | iii. hoseok }
ā 200 DaysĀ
[ šĀ | 200 days both short and long, both a lifetime and sometimes no time at all.Ā ]
{Ā i. jin | ii. yoongi | iii. hoseok }Ā
A little compilation of the amazing parallels, between former books and ACOSF, these are just a handful of the amazing throwback mentions Sarah gave us of Elriel.
A massive reason why I think Elain and Azriel will be telling their story next is that SJM is bringing back a lot of their important moments, to remind you of how far they have come and how much further they will go!
Azriel mastered himself enough to say, āThank you.ā Iād never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. āThis will be invaluable.ā
She hadnāt bought her mate a present. But sheād gotten Azriel one last yearāa headache powder he kept on his nightstand at the House of Wind. Not to use, but just to look at. Which heād done every night heād slept there. Or attempted to sleep there.
*
Az ran a hand through his dark hair. āAre we ā¦ā Unusual for him to stumble with words. āAre we supposed to get the sisters presents?ā āNo,ā I said, and meant it. Az seemed to loose a sigh of relief. Seemed to, since all but a breath of air passed from his lips.
He offered her a smile back. āI wasnāt sure if I should give you your present.ā [ā¦]Ā The golden necklace seemed ordinaryāits chain unremarkable, the amulet tiny enough that it could be dismissed as an everyday charm. It was a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colors would become visible. A thing of secret, lovely beauty. āItās beautiful,ā she whispered, lifting it from the box.
*
A low snarl slipped out of himā āRelax,ā Rhys said. āAzriel isnāt the ravishing type.ā Lucien cut him a glare.
Azriel offered her a small smile that Elain quickly looked away from. Cassian tucked away his puzzlement. Lucien was certainly not here to snarl at any male who looked at her for too long.
*
āIām getting her back.ā Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azrielās hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, āThen you will die.ā Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, āIām getting her back.ā
Azriel stiffened. āI know. I helped rescue Elain, after all.ā Az hadnāt so much as hesitated before going into the heart of Hybernās war-camp.ā
*
āWhat ifāāI jerked my chin toward the window, to my sister and the shadowsinger in the gardenāāthat is what she needs? Is there no free will? What if Lucien wishes the union but she doesnāt?ā
āWhat if the Cauldron was wrong?ā
*
āAnd I think ElaināElain would like it, too. Though sheād probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet.ā I smiled at the thoughtāat how handsome they would be together. If the warrior ever stopped quietly loving Mor. I doubted it. Azriel would likely love Mor until he was a whisper of darkness betweenĀ the stars.
He was still happy to be Morās buffer with Azriel, but thereād been a change lately. In both of them. Mor no longer sat beside Cassian, draped herself over him, and Azriel ā¦ those longing glances toward her hadĀ become few and far between. As if heād given up. After five hundred years, heād somehow given up. Cassian couldnāt think why.
*
āAzriel won. His one-hundred-ninety-ninth victory, apparently.ā
Your eyes are sad, Shadowsinger. He offered her a grim smile. "I lost the snowball fight today.ā
*
Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans sheād sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight. Whether he cared about such things, I had no idea, but I sent him a silent prayer of thanks for his kindness before Rhys and I slipped upstairs.ā
The river house had finally fallen quiet after the raucous Winter Solstice party, the faelights dimming to cast little pools of gold amid the deep shadow of the longest night of the year. Amren, Mor, and Varian had finally gone to bed, but Azriel found himself lingering downstairs. [ā¦]
Soft steps padded from under the stair archway, and there she was. The faelights gilded Elainās unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. She halted, her breath catching in her throat.
*
āWhy not make them mates?ā I mused. āWhy Lucien?ā
āThe Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how itās possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another.ā He had never before dared speak the words aloud.
*
āMor whirled on Azriel. āWhy didnāt you say anything?āĀ Azriel held her gaze unflinchingly. Didnāt so much as rustle his wings. āBecause you would have tried to stop it. And we canāt afford to lose Keirās allianceāand face the threat of Eris.ā
Ā Lucien, as Beronās son, has the right to demand it of you.āāIāll defeat him with little effort.ā Pure arrogance laced every word, but it was true. āI know.ā Rhysās eyes flickered. āAnd your doing so will rip apart any fragile peace and alliances we have, not only with the Autumn Court, but also with the Sprint Court and Jurian and Vassa.ā
*
Silence again. Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. Iād never heard such a sound, deep and joyous.ā
āNestaās and led her toward the family room, where Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if heād heard Elainās sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it.ā
*
āYou sure about that?ā I asked quietly. Azrielās Siphons guttered, the stones turning as dark and foreboding as the deepest sea.Ā
Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elainās face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.
*
Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. āItās for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.ā
Two small, bean-shaped fabric blobs lay within. Elain murmured, āYou put them in your ears, and they block any sound. With Nesta and Cassian living there with you ā¦ā
*
The lurking shadows vanished entirely as Azrielās head dipped a bitāhis night-dark hair sliding over his handsome face as if to shield him from that mercilessly beautiful grin. Mor gave no indication that she noticed and curved her fingers toward me.
Elain sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. Theyād always been prone to vanish when she was around.
*
āWhy?ā Not a flicker of emotion. āHe is Elainās mate.ā I waited. āIt would be an invasion of her privacy to track him.ā
He left the rest unspoken. Because her mate was here, sleeping a level up. Because her mate had been in the family room and Azriel had needed to stay by the door the whole time because he couldnāt stand the sight of it, the scent of their mating bond, and needed to have the option of leaving if it became too much.
[ā¦] Azriel scowled. āI think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him, anyway.ā
*
Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm. I couldnāt tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, āBeautiful.ā Color bloomed high on Azrielās golden-brown cheeks.
She looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars.Ā Such terrible things that it was a sacrilege for his fingers to touch her skin, tainting her with his presence.
There are so many more feel free to add them!Ā ā”
Hello! This is my first post-ACOSF writing piece. Itās when Cassian and Nesta are on that mountain after she has the entire breakdown, and we got those two lines from her later how theyā¦ahemā¦did the do for two days straight. Well I wanted to expand on this scene that we were robbed of. If there are typos, Iām sorry, I just canāt look at it again anymore. So many thanks to @bookstantrash who listened to my ramblings and musings as I wrote this fic. Iām so dramatic at times and she was supportive through it all. This was heavily inspired by all the hints of Cassian being Enalius reborn, and how Nesta is referred to as a queen so many times in the book.
Nestaās arms were aching by the time Cassian finally reached for the sword from her grip and told her they were done for the day.Ā
She felt drained. In all the best ways, but still, there was nothing but empty silence in and around her. Not in the way it had gone horribly quiet before sheād burst into tears on her knees, but in the way that only calm could do for her.Ā
